All the negative photographs I see in my empty camera lens. I cannot see the light, but instead, inverted actions of shirt buttons and hair wax. Rubbing between your fingers before you wipe it all onto my mental state. I want you to know, I never did a single sided record breaker without considerationing you. Daisy chaining, fading and changing into decorated fossils of what we once had the chance to become. A number, a numb hum of a Song I used to sing song. Be my man. Be my

A speciality in Disarming me. My rifle, tightly clutched to my slingshot, despite your pulling and your yank thank you’s. And then you. Brush it off without the polish. Lying in prone, amid stinging nettles. Face down into weeds. Trousers catch on thorns. Skin stitched with burrs. Fingertips without feeling, Right shoulder bruised from the recoil. Bones cold. But still, you wake me up as sentry With a kiss For a war like ours. #poetry #poem #abstractpoetry #militarypoetry #wa