See picture below, and his name above on wall. God Bless all those who serve our nation.

The Post Mortem Blues Of A Vietnam Vet

There was a knock on my door
it came at two twenty two
the parrot had stopped squawking
and the dog did not bark
I leaped from the chair
where I had fallen asleep
being taken by surprise
I managed to stumbled to my feet
wishing to escape
before they would finally realize
it was not me they were looking for
but a man in my disguise
.....didn't they know
.....hadn't they been told
that when cornered like a rat
he would fight to the death
and not be taken alive.....
Grabbing the warm beer
which was next to my chair
I chug-a-lugged my last meal
while running my fingers through my hair
preparing to die
racing through my prayers
begging that my miserable life
would somehow be spared
When....for no apparent reason
the parrot started talking
'bout nineteen sixty nine
.....how the war had been a quagmire
and Nixon would resign.....
Begging to disagree
on the topic 'Dogs of War'
a cracker lodged in his throat
the dog he did bark
echoing the kind of remittance
that would send shivers
up ones spine.....
The knocking abruptly stopped
and a voice yelled out from the hall
Open the damn door you bastard
we need the room!  
 
 
T.S. © 2010

I Like Long Walks On The Beach And Sunsets

somewhere in my darkness there was a spark
today it ignited rare thoughts of you
only seconds before....
I had stuck the cold barrel of a gun
directly beneath the gap in my front teeth
and into the far reaches of my
ninety proof alcohol drenched mouth
squeezing the cheeks of my ass tighter
so as not to blow my brains onto the floor
I steadied my trembling hand
wishing instead
to paint the walls and ceiling
with all that remained of my love
___a masterpiece for martyrs
my humanity
I had drained with my last piss
death was inviting me over
for one last drink of my own self pity
I was ready to accept its invitation
when somewhere in my darkness
there was that tiny little spark
which ignited rare thoughts of you
.....it was then I knew I didn't want to die
without you Bitch
 
 
T.S.© 2010

We Aren't In Kansas Anymore

Her perfect form lying there
in the tall green grass of Eden
with her legs spread invitingly open
Snakes were entering her womb.....
Evil despicable serpents with foul vile breath
some of them were speaking in tongues
....one had a Slavic accent
….another spoke with a distinctive lisp
The serpents licked her anxious thighs
and she would grotesquely moan
with each of her savored little bites
of the forbidden fruit she was holding
to her lying painted though perfect lips....
Oh how she loved the torment of it all....

2007© T.S.

She Never Forgets Where I Parked The Car

Sometimes when a person ask me about myself
I will lie......
Yet other times when a person ask me about myself
I will tell them the truth.....
The truth is I don't know......who you are

I know your wife loves you for who you are.
The dog seems happy enough to see you.
Even that damn cute squawking parrot likes you and trust you
But would you lend him a dollar if he needed it?
The other day some woman called out your name in K-Mart....
You turned around to look at her because your wife pointed her out to you.
Saying that woman, in the house ware section, waving
Thinks she knows you.
And you say 'Impossible'
You shop there along with all the missing teeth in aisle seven.
Yet your high esteem won't allow you to smile
At people with dirty hands or hair styles that smell like a mullet.
You don't want to know them if they know you.
You turn away after you see she is a person of little or no consequence.
She has better gums than you and her teeth are straight and white.
Closing your pie hole and swallowing the decay of cancer causing materials.
Which comprised your morning feeding.
You laugh off the chance encounter.
What if she does know you?
You can't be held accountable for her misfortune.
And so you go to the checkout where they will accept your crap and money
Where you can put your hot peppers, apple fritters, and celery on the tarmac.
Lining each item up parallel to the cans of soda and beer.
Satisfying your compulsion to always be right and aligned.
Hoping to give each item a place of distinction with a proper disguise.
Unlike your own which had just minutes ago
Betrayed you.
Tugging at your jeans you cover the damage of over fifty years
of good living and telling lies of your calorie intake and sex drive.
As you think to yourself having swiped your card.
How nice it is to be recognized and accepted.
Even if I don't know who your are......
My wife loves me.

Dedicated to all those people who know who they are but forgot...

T.S. © 2010

I Only Offered Her A Ride Officer

She has but to open her hate filled mouth
to release the stench of a thousand and one
lewd blowjobs which have all been shamelessly done
within the city limits of her hollowed out soul
turning left three times and she is back on her knees
servicing the deserted block where she first gave head__
She looks for all the world like a normal girl
until she unlocks the revolving door in her chastity belt
from whence comes a hungry serpent's forked tongue
searching for another pair of horny hairy balls
to lick and suck in the back seat of a rusted out Honda___
Ambiguous in her logic and frustrated by perceptions
this She Devil bangs dead men holding roses of every color
because she thinks they lend her pleasure and prestige
she craves their formaldehyde soaked appendages
not to mention all the many roses she gets to keep___
As her foul breath destroys the last vestiges
of her penis envy and all Love becomes rudimentary
good degenerates the world over are labeled non-functioning
as they read her works of subjective art which were
first written on the poorly painted glory hole walls
of a public bathroom in the downtown bus station
She creates in every living being the uncontrollable urge to purge
by fully realizing her exponential function as a major fluff girl
for the many overly confined and committed
manic depressives to whom
she suggest a double dose of self medicated prose
before partaking of the stagnant clap and nectar from her
many less than regal charms___
She spits and swallows as she blasphemously shouts
from the pit of her stomach and personal hell
'Oh God' 'You piece of shit.....don't stop now! I'm about to cum'
And with that their dick will fall to its final resting place.............

2010 © T.S.