The Spoiled Victors and Their Bright Baby Blues


It was in the war for the world
The second one, I believe
That I started dropping bombs on your family home
But they aren’t bombs if they sell
You’re dusting the rubble off with your finest linens
As if satin sheets could have saved Dresden
Marriage is for suckers or the sucked dry
Either way, nature abhors your parents
Choosing sides in this battle is academic
The texts will merely list the number killed
Winning the battle means losing the war
The spoiled victors and their bright baby blues
Headlines we can all agree sparkle and shine
Like an artillery shell whistling in the wind
I’ve watched the newsreels with popcorn and candy
And loved every minute of them

My favorite part so far:
“We love you dear, and only want the best for you.”

Ah, the theater of war!


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2 thoughts on “The Spoiled Victors and Their Bright Baby Blues

  1. Very interesting position on family interaction…well interaction with someone else’s family…a bit on the bitter side one would say..enjoyed reading your poem.

  2. oh wow!

    “Choosing sides in this battle is academic
    The texts will merely list the number killed
    Winning the battle means losing the war”

    and i reckon that’s true. i always find myself winning the battles and losing the wars.
    amazing! (:

    xx

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