When Vonnegut takes shots at war

When Vonnegut takes shots at war

he doesn’t do with rifle or

fight with claims to settle scores

though prisoner he’d been before.

When Vonnegut takes shots at war

his words like steel are sharp and coarse

no fluff or zeal just fond remorse

for those who buried their loved and more.

When Vonnegut takes shots at war

his style’s frank no either or

like shrapnel strikes straight to the core

if death must come than make it pure.

When Vonnegut takes shots at war

his battle’s fought with valor worn

like Stars and Stripes and bones ashore

still “so it goes” forevermore.

If Hemingway was here today

If Hemingway

was here today

would he Instagram

his catch?

And dare you say

that Hemingway

was rotgut—

his defense?

Out on the bay

he’d fish and say

what pleasures

have a man?

His slow decay

here but a day

come then let’s see your stance!

Put up your dukes

and lace your boots,

a fight? No sir

let’s dance!

Dancing with the Devil

Dancing with the Devil

I coax his fire

whispering he tells me

I’m a no good liar

stepping on his toe

once than the another

throwing up his hands

as if time has expired

Go says the Devil

be gone come the morn

for I have no use

for you anymore

just promise me this

you’ll never return

fool me thrice said the Devil

and it’s there you shall burn

All right said I

understanding his plight

for giving me up

and back to the night

for even the Devil

must do what is right

as do I now crawling

back to the light.

mouthful of blues

I can see you now

gaily waving,

while I swallow

your mockery

in one crisp bite,

I don’t know

if you notice me

choking, but anyway

it’s beautiful how

you seem to dance

in the light,

and what stories

we’ll tell enveloping,

I can already feel

you fight,

this ain’t your first

time being selfless, and

this ain’t my first

mouthful of blues,

I just can’t help it

sincerely,

yours

my admiration for you.

Daily Fighter

The

world’s

got me

beat up

again.

Like

every

great fighter

on the ropes,

I

can’t quite get the sweat from my eyes,

blurring my vision

of the battle

I’m sure

to

Win.