My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.

11.03.2005

once upon a warfare

stuck
in a pose
on the field
of battle

if holding onto
this weapon means giving up on
  you
  this city
  a life time
  our passport
  the window ledge
then let the guilt ride
as the cross
  rode upon jesus
as the kid rode his space ship
  fueled on pennies

an ideal in the flesh
raised up right
over the hills
past the blood
stained carpets
onto the rolling pelts
opening, unfolding
calling out to history
the future on a leaflet
caught, turning in the current
only to become at full rest
on the floor
frozen

till death
do we
come apart

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