03-09-2014, 10:46 AM
There used to be violence.
Light green that came out, to his eyes,
instead of blood.
He would hit a child,
a woman, easy.
But what he liked best was to fight men.
That was another health,
a green juice, he could take anyone
and he could take any pain,
except for emotional;
so they broke him down with wine and women.
The women left each time, then they locked him up
without wine, where the women could not
be touched and everyone, no matter sex,
bled white, powdery stuff.
The last few nights he remembered the light
in the hospital kitchen, how it glowed different;
it must have been the drugs.
Those were the most peaceful nights, the last night,
it wasn't a blur at all.
And the next day they let him out as if nothing ever happens in the world.
Light green that came out, to his eyes,
instead of blood.
He would hit a child,
a woman, easy.
But what he liked best was to fight men.
That was another health,
a green juice, he could take anyone
and he could take any pain,
except for emotional;
so they broke him down with wine and women.
The women left each time, then they locked him up
without wine, where the women could not
be touched and everyone, no matter sex,
bled white, powdery stuff.
The last few nights he remembered the light
in the hospital kitchen, how it glowed different;
it must have been the drugs.
Those were the most peaceful nights, the last night,
it wasn't a blur at all.
And the next day they let him out as if nothing ever happens in the world.