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By Stephen Date: 2002 Jun 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.09.00.08.8391]] |
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I remember your welts from paintball Because I can still see them there The red oval memories They've lasted awhile I look on them smiling Just like yesterday Crawling the spawn Muddied center ravine Right closed, left denied Team Thunder was covered You were mine In open dusk without barricades the artificial Congo stacked thick still on the ground camouflaged gently fallen trees, tall bush buzzing mosquitoes swat, buzz, swat an unexpected twig's death sweet panic is in the air rolling from stomach to back to see those dark beady eyes staring confusingly back at me raccoonishly lifting its head you aren't looking at me are you? I flip over quickly Just in time sweet chaos is in the air Those beautiful bright blue eyes And that sly juvenile grin Bleeding through the mask Pop, pop, pop You're the last I could see When I was blinded by your fury Taken aback as I tumble Within shock screaming mute In perfect awe of your technique To shoot me while I'm down I lay in wonder What went wrong? I felt ill with my failure Laid sprawled in the mud looking up to your gorgeous laugh with painful answers falling ill to my love |