Sittin'

Sittin’ here wondering

What to type on these keys

Staring through glass

With to many memories

Hurts been locked up

But time freely flows

From the fingertips of a ghost

As south East Asian winds blow

What to write?

It’s the dead of night

The morning suns,

Still four hours from bright

Do I type words of war?

Do I bleed out of old wounds?

My brothers have already lived this

And have danced to this tune

Do I write for release?

Do I tap keys for fame?

I pray it’s to keep alive

Just one single name

Brother, and sister,

Veteran, and friend,

Hero, POW/ MIA,

Thoughts without end

Can’t think of a thing

Cept the breaking of day

I’ll search my heart for new peace

In the same old war ways

What to write indeed…..

Boon,

O’dark-thirty. 2003