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Little Pat meets a LumberjackLittle Pat broke his back while running through the trees,
The lumberjack saw little Pat and warned, bad things come in threes.
The lumberjack, with hoisted ax cut off his feet and hands.
"That's two down, now, so guess what's next in my Machivellian plan?"
Little Pat sobbed in pain and thought of what was next.
The lumberjack looked at Pat, and asked, "What does vex?"
The little boy wanted no toy, or thing of matirial good.
Only to be that he never went a running though the wood.
The lumberjack then did grinn, and proceded with what was left.
I'll tell you now, with a sadistic scowel, our villian rubbed his cleft.
"Let me see, my little friend, I've taken your hands and feet.
You were such an easy target though, I feel that I'm a cheat. Oh well,"
he shrugged, "It must be done." And once more lifted his tool.
He left little pat with a broken back, headless in a bloody pool
Through others eyes Chapter IIHe became more engrosed in his book and did'nt notice the eight figures walking towards him. His team, the Blackhawk pilot, co-pilot, and crew chief. "Hey smack ass," he heard as Private Rant threw his ruck sack into the cabin, jolting Danny out of his trance. "We had three hours before we even had to mount up for this, why are you being anit-social?" Danny pulled the ear phoned out of their places' and calmed down from the supprise that had just greeted him.
"Sorry, bro, I just wanted to read in peace."
"It's a hundred and twenty degrees out, have peace in the tent, or someplace that gets ya out of this hellatious heat."
"It's not so bad in here with the doors open. You get a breez going through, and it's kind of nice." He smiled totally forgetting the painfull message he'd received earlyer that day. He marked the spot in his book, and tucked it into his tightly packed ruck, and streached out a little, popping a few joints. "What's the good word, any up dates?"
"Nah, we..." Rant was c
Through others eyesThough it was only 0600, the heat was already in the 90s. He re-read the letter for the third time absorbing the words, and making sure he didnt miss anything, or miss read it. No, it was all there in black and white. She's tired of waiting, and worrying. Tired of choking up every time the news came on with unfolding events in Iraq. Bull shit; she's trying to convince herself that. Its that stuck up ass hole David. Fuck him. Daddy owns a movie theater, whoopdie-fucking-doo.
For some reason it didnt hurt him. He was numb to it. He knew what he was reading, but it didnt phase him as much as he thought it would if it ever happend. He looked at the hand that he held the letter and noticed the ring on his finger. Should he take it off? It was possible she was just anxiouse and needed a break right? Things could be ok when he got back in 4 months. Assuming his MEU didnt get another extended deployment. He looked back to the letter and felt angrey again. Fuck it. He wadded up the white sheet
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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