Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Back In The Army
by R.L. Wisdom
So much depends
on an empty bottle of wine.
I ask the girl I love,
What is music?
She says, It’s the sound
of 'getting people taken care of.'
We went out on a date
but I forgot the details.
We were going to have sex
but then we didn’t.
It was the future. We flew
in fast, tube-like cars.
I dropped her off.
When I got home she was there again.
We sat on the couch
getting drunker & drunker.
I woke up at 9:30, late for drill.
The platoons had forty too many.
The DS was young, good-looking, and female.
The doorbell rang.
It was the girl from last night
and her friend, Sunny.
That’s how this all started.
I’m back in the Army,
going 1767 mph across a lake.
When I stop I’m only going 300.
