BP :: PJ54

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

I think being called a
Target would be the
biggest insult the
fasciest military machine
could make against
living flesh.

When I am targetted
I want my hands
raised – my white flag
waving no other thought
but peace

Things have always been
this bad – I never
remember good news
no news really must
be good news

Yet silence surely equals
death