just pretend.

 

 

 

I don't get make believe.

Never REALLY got it at seven,

playing army man where the most

unpopular boy would soon be killed

off

 

I awoke, staring at a child who

had a brain aneurysm. Hoping that

one day she can remember the

blue outfits from the gray ones;

 

the brass buttons like blue diamond almonds

she said, so often, she hates.

Not imaginary like a brain

that pins

 

happiness to the sides of skulls

like that god-damed tilt-o-wheel

that, to this day,

makes me wish death

 

to the operators of carnivals. And so

I have to deal with my wild thoughts

in the same way perhaps Virginia

deals with battlefields:

 

I let the reenactors come

to pretend a day, where the

muddy roads would slow

the advance.

Reviews

[Emily B]

Cold chills, majorly .......
... ............ ..

[K. Louis]

just to read your words again,
your words comfort me.

[writing mojo]

your realism is a cohesive inward realm, make believe shall not have the pixie tongue to ever understand nor the space cover...great piece

[kmartell]

places and things are constant, life and harsh dying of the world is constant. we discover beauty because we have to in order to survive

[William J. Marsh]

This is a beautiful depiction of how the foolishness of things in life can be harsh and cruel. I think everyone needs a place to find some sense of calm and peace. Your own mind is often that place.

[Jason Howard]

Impressive is this work, indeed !

[SHEEMA HUQ]

you take us through a boyish sequence of war games and uniforms, your writing is so vivid and enjoyable with always an innately personal touch.