Poems from Alejandro CCWolf
Who is the man who holds my gun
When the world turns deathly still?
With hardened coldness in his veins
As he prepars the kill?
The roaring...
No horror.
No horror?
I feel no horror.
No fear nor disgust.
Wasn't this red, dripping paste
A rational person
A distant friend
A battle-...
Canned latte, water, fruit punch Rip-It
Gulp it, down it, chug it, sip it
In the gunner's sling, sway side to side
240B in the cradle, M4...
In a moment of pique, I near spoke too much,Then silence took over—I erased it as such.Polite words rewrote what was almost said.Who was I...
Hello Old Friend,
I just wanted you to hear me.
I think you heard every word, but I see you now fear me.
I used to get nostalgic...