East in my leg
Knew knee would go
Insuranceless in fate and falling
Wanting to win to whip myself
Into total submission -
And the pain is killing.

Mighty numb to the human
Condition My nebula not caring
Of Crisis in Kuwait -
Neither of us denying
Our past.

Mysterious and open
The devil's dichotomy misplaced and my love lonely,
in outerspace.
Beard growing fine wisps of grey and my shoulders strong,
Three days till RA.
The world asunder
Space is the place of my Sore body vacation

I like this communist air
And the chaos brings me closer to myself
mixed of his emotions
By the environment & the
Milkshake of his genetic make-up

Urges of archetypes rip thru his
Body accelerated by today's urban standards
Total misgivings - A front impeccably disguised
As top secret
As the military mind clocked in a box of minutes
Able to dilute the future
Upon a scream

Shrill with latitude - Uncompromised abandon
Choreographed life in a twisted piece of metal shined and shorn
Life demands this attention - this space-like comprehension -
Flashes of pain retake one's goals and sets
Them in a fragile setting -
Now if we could only tell who they are
Or what to do with them.