Two bombs walk into a bar
to get to the other side.
Tik-Tok. Who’s there?
Only this and nothing more.

Ninety-nine bodies of fear
build a Wall. This is not a test!
It’s a lot of damn gall.
Hard-shells are the happiest

clams of them all. War Vet
says, “If there’s one thing
I can’t stand.” Cop just shot
a no-armed man. In spring

the ruptured night glows
suicidally beautiful. It’s so
fragile, this crazy brittle fling
called Life. Not even smoke,

but the shadow of smoke.
How to quell the enemy
within? The answer is my
friend pissing in the wind.