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Rational Security Level 0

by Johnny Crimson

Boot on the head.
His mouth was stuffed with tree branches.
I'm driving in Kuwait.
Now I'm on the Major Deegan headed south.
Push pull brain, won't let me be.
Were out fucking mothers.
Ally's in Alleys
Cora's in Corona
Mandy's in Midtown
Yet Jim's got no legs left
This war gives me fuel,
with nothing rational to burn.
That classic photo of the flower in the barrel
of a gun should have been a dick.

10/20/2008

Posted on 10/20/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/21/08 at 05:02 AM

Very much in the spirit of what I imagine gunfire in a war zone would have to sound like. Great image, man.

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