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I got so angry
my dreams exploded
now they'll never come true.
Will you?
Bombs dropping continually
exploding myths of eternal life
Where the bombs don't land snipers caress
the Spring air
There will be no new blossoming here
In the shelters children plan the rest
of their lives.
"Two-minutes from now I'll eat
Four-minutes from now I will kiss my mother's tears good bye
Six-minutes from now I'll open my arms
to the mortar fire in front of my mother"
When I was a child I planned my life too:
Basketball champion. Baseball hero, Air-Force fighter pilot
President of the United States
(bombing villages and saving large breasted
youthful capitalistic girls)
But this was never part of the plan.
As I sit in my chair watching the 6 o'clock news.
I am a victim too.
Here in Sarajevo. Here in Rwanda. In Belfast.
The Townships. Loos Angles. Victor Harbor.
The bombs burst through the television set
I'm hit.
Memories of childhood pour out of my wounds.
Pain takes over my consciousness.
Somehow I manage to crawl over where the TV
is plugged in.
Once the plug is pulled
my wounds heal.
My world is safe.
War! Revolution! Terrorists! Accidents!
They no longer exist.
i am safe i am safe
in my dead mother's womb.
About Dr. Terrell Neuage
Dr. Terrell Neuage, (dual citizen USA/Australia) is a South Australian poet, writer, and digital artist known for his evocative poetry and extensive research on conversational analysis in on-line communciations (including communication in the AI era; from sharing information to making sense of it). His best-selling autobiographies; Leaving America (Before the After) & Leaving Australia (after) – exploring life as a hippie, brother in a California Cult (Holy Order of MANS) as Brother Terrell Adsit, Astrolger (40-years) to non-believer, and adventures in Australia, single parent, tofu manufacturer/street artist, China, the USA & fifty+ other countries. From high school drop out at age 16, back to school at age 44 to PhD from the University of South Australia at age 58.