The wino took to coma like a duck
to water.
Reawakened sometime later
in a Gallagher guard uniform.
His memories of a past
life drained away,
water
under the Cong Ly bridge
near Danang.
stale gray water in puddles
shaped duck-like,
but no ducks, only
DUCK !
as new shells filled old holes
and bodies were covered in
mud mosquitoes blood
Firefights come alive again
in the nightly neon glow;
a cheap apartment illuminated
by a cheaper hotel next door.
“Hit the bottle,
fade to black“
every day blurred, bathed in
the same shade of Gray
“The paths of glory
lead but to the grave.”
In-country twice, out at last —
28 hours, a trip to Japan, and … godDamn
the streets are loud in San Fran.
Naked without a gun
life would have been easier
dead. No,
it was.
P.osT S.cripteD
sometimes you wake up
after life