Poems

One Score and Eight

I survived my,
Baptism by,
Gunfire,
My favorite nightmare.
I pulled down my dreams,
The fiends,
Pinned back their wings,
Began to eat.

I drink the blood,
Taste dying love,
My tongue,
Afire with passions.
I defy the Fates,
Embrace,
Strike out today,
One score and eight.