Farm

Uncomforable Victories phyrric Position is calm Until it isn’t When bearings fly By automatic fire Running through mud And plastic With boots and Cleet It’s tense and Bleak Surrounded With no retreat Then silence Falls Muscles relax And we speedload What time we have We can’t be sure Waiting or Flanking Crouched and Listening ForContinue reading “Farm”

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Splatter Masquerade

Splatter Masquerade Another shell loaded Casings pouring Brass from the hatch Kicking back In the steel cage Our rolling fortress Battle we wage Our wagers Igniting the brazen Chasers of sub shock Incendiary tracers Bursting forth From barrels of cannon Shrapnel box splatters Surrounding armed tailors On dashboards Of brass boards From turrets and currentsContinue reading “Splatter Masquerade”

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