i (in green boxers)

think

think dammit.

the war
is a pear

long stemmed (sweet
oh sweet)
in juice

pealed
i watch from safe
distance -- the wretched
men who lie
and say we lose

i know
what is truth
but flatulence after
we eat that fruit

we win we win
and then

they lie
we lose.

afterwards, i rise
to watch
the war
close up

she sleeps
and snores
and wakes
adore me
i beg

she does
i think
by keg.

i rise, again
to fight the war

so pear
shaped
so sweet

the bullets
are showering down
my shampoo
guards me
against too much
iron
too much
lead
by the warmth of
water
and blood

she sleeps
i sleep
we are a
safe distance

the balls
are soft
and small
and lay
on the felt

i dream of them
there

in camouflage
with big black guns
and bombs
that could kill
a man mother
amen.

i dream of
them eating
bad food
good food
regurgitated swill

and yearning
for beer

this war
this damned war
we win
we win

we lose.

the war, i tell you
this fucking war
is just bad fruit