ELizabeth
thing: a conversation with person


dedicated to person, a career


we verb at the place together;
you asking me about how I've been
as the thing beat down

and we talked about thing.
You verb you didn't believe in it,
and I strained to thing

why: for you, the person of job, the
person whose body is his temple,
the person who will verb to the

thing. You loved the thought of
thing, the thought of thing, of thing,
of thing. And I sat there

in the thing while you sat
on the edge. I verbd. Then it
occurred to me: you would want

a method of berbing more adj,
adj, more adj, more adj,
than a nuclear war. You'd want to

verb them one on one, person to
person, with your part. And your part
lit up. I was beginning to part,

adj, only years later. I'll remember
you with the thing in front of
your thing, and your love of verb.



poam: a conversation with Jimbo Breen


dedicated to Steve, a marine

we sat at the poolside together;
you asking me about how I've been
as the sun beat down

and we talked about nuclear war.
You said you didn't believe in it,
and I strained to understand

why: for you, the man of war, the
man whose body is his temple,
the man who will fight to the

death. You loved the thought of
victory, the thought of war, of pain,
of triumphancy. And I sat there

in the swimming pool while you sat
on the edge. I paused. Then it
occurred to me: you would want

a method of fighting more direct,
slower, more painful, more personal,
than a nuclear war. You'd want to

fight them one on one, man to
man, with your fists. And your eyes
lit up. I was beginning to understand,

now, only years later. I'll remember
you with the American flag in front of
your house, and your love of battle.

Copyright of written pieces remain with the author, who has allowed it to be shown through Scars Publications and Design.Web site © Scars Publications and Design. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission from the author.

Problems with this page? Then deal with it...