Listen To:  Winning Pretty

Now tell me of a citizen

Who cannot serve in infantry?

Somehow the celebrations

For our patriotic GLBT

Have left me feeling hollow

Since no matter what they swallow

They can kill and spill overturn

Crash and burn

I haven’t got a word now

For the feeling in between

You know I’m feelin’ so proud

As they march into the skein

We are free, now truly aren’t we?

We are proud and without lies

You can ask and I can tell you

What I enjoy between my thighs

You know we marched into the city

You know we camped out in the trees

But winning isn’t always pretty

They will cut you at your knees

And I can slaughter

I can translate

I can save you from the enemy

I can come home

Broken body

Disillusioned fighting PTSD

We are heightened

When we are equal

We are lowered

When we fight

Guess that’s why I’m feeling lonely

While I’m bursting with gay pride

How to harmonize

These feelings

I am in between the baffles

Alone, and keening

For the beautiful

The spacious skies

Traveling West
Day after war declarations
I am astonished
By the sun brightly resting
Atop pointed peaks
Blinding, defined
Guarding the angels in Vegas

Beautiful Bombers
Enormous and graceful
Ferocious and shining, Beautiful
Beautiful Bombers
Take off out of Vegas
Bank for the east, Beautiful
Beautiful Bombers
Wonder of science
Beautiful Bombers

One silver star
Winking at me
Just underneath
A wry grin of a moon
A layer of orange
A layer of blue
Folds into indigo
in the rear view
That’s gotta be at least 17 B-52’s

Beautiful Bombers
Enormous and graceful
Ferocious and shining, Beautiful
Beautiful Bombers
Take off out of Vegas
Bank for the east, Beautiful
Beautiful Bombers
Wonder of science
Beautiful Bombers

One after one
Thundering wonders
Envoys of sorrow
Indifferent destroyers
Distant and fatal
Floating and graceful
Roaring and beastly
Disturbing the peace

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