Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Helmet I am

Helmet, I am, and lost
amid ranks and ranks of such and such
frittering away my life
to dull and unimpassioned
wars.

Helmet, I am, thick skulled
and mute - discipling young brutes
to walk in the awkward ways
of me and mine.

Helmet, I am?
I do not know.
This helmet stretches farther
than a helmet ought to go.

Boh.
Bank.
Bouch.

2 comments:

Ryan said...

That was as beautiful. Almost as beautiful as a 6-month-uncut helmet.

fatty said...

bye...

love it.