Green Machine

                                  Four finger sleeves

                       V-neck pressed collars

                       Square pressed pockets,

                       Lines across the back--the sailed seas

                       The green beret, sharp across the eye, shaven, lintless

                       Boots shinier than a clear moon

                       Chiseled chins murmur;

                                       

                                        Go shove that drill cane up your arse sarge!

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Awesome. Short, vivid imagery and concise! Just the right dash of spunk dear poet!

[A love for poetry]

Thank you.

[Baby Ricochet]

HA! Great poem man!