Tongue sticking out

 

Going back to Kemptown for a kiss of

mellow wine

 

Contemptible lives.

Is that what they died for?

 

Brown amber chaos shattered

Irritating egotism:

Children!

 

Blood drips onto white roses, turning them red

The lips that kiss

Only sinners take on

 

Stiff and tired, cold and loathe

Nameless bullet strikes in silent strength

 

After the war turned into chess-sized spaces

Battles turned into legends in their own mind

 

The egos fed their own vices.