Pace in place
Broken light sticks
Neon path
Limited moonlight
NVG goggles
Bullet bath
Learning and maneuvering
Training and combat-thinking, on the apot math
A fear of guns, since very young
Boom and bang
Slumped over
Little kid like paper, what a mess, man
Crumbled and wrinkled
Like a puppet dropped from the sky
By a round, lost and sprinkled
Southside Bethlehem, outsider, but in the group, in
Protected by a great friend
No rumors
No buzzin’
In return, I befriended and watched the back of his closest cousins
Dominican kids, I wasn’t hood, ghetto and I was into much of nothing
Kingdom Hearts
Sneaking my mom’s booze until getting the sharts
For some reason booze usually gave me the farts
I stuck to the plant; with weed, and Zelda, soul and mind freed
Several years later a friend died
Close as kids
He was killed near his home
Still in highschool, otherside of the country, no friends, family issues, alone even at home
I would pop pills, and smoke weed until the ceiling spun and I started to groan
Blunts dipped in hydrocodeine
I left home and became a Marine
It taught me respect, order and being an alcoholic who looks clean
Worked out real well, until I got injured and my contract was done, because of some pain, I was no longer lean
Anyway, fire at night
I think of the path in the dark under the moonlight
Pacing in silence
Lit targets
A night in Twenty Nine Palms
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