Poem #6–1968

Tonite is the nite……another big debate…..but as usual it is all about optics, not substance.  Who will win?  People hear what they want to hear and see what they want to see…..so whoever you guy is…..He will win.  And the “undecideds”…..if there are people that have not made up their minds then they are the same ones that stroke out over the question……paper or plastic?

More poems that helped me cope………..The year is drawing to a close and I am stuck in Hell….most notably Ft. Hood, Texas.  Yes, Hell!  The civilian population does not give a shit about us….the new guys in the 2nd Armored Division can not relate….they still think war is some romantic bullshit starring Errol Flynn…this is when I started asking the question….over and over……

Why The Fuck?

Why the fuck

Did I come home?

The Land where no one cares’

I a crowd

I feel alone.

People stop and stare

But no one dare

Speak a word

Just a turn

And a whisper.

You have that 1000 meter stare

Flinching at every noise loud

Freaking when it rains

Waiting

For that adrenalin rush

That never comes

Just the same question,

Why the fuck?

CHUQ                                                                          Nov1969