vazambam

Easy does it, hombre—  Having never lived    Fully, clearly you could still  Die just as easily, say    Tomorrow, if not today.       

a pity    you’re not here  to witness, Doc—    you see not so    much depends  upon that fire-    baked engine red  harrow now caked    with...

To each his own,  Under blossoming    Dogwood and oak, one  Person at once poet    And mercenary, out  Walking through ragged    Paper thin ...

Unfolding in front   Of heady, blood-  Shot eyes, the worst    Possible scenario, most  Horrible war embroidered    With the best  Intention...

What is never  Explained satisfactorily  And always    Left for much,  Much later is why  Time after time    You need  To ask yourself why. ...