Images lick skin shiny and wet
Kiss bite a moan, pink and red
A well-fed head images

Approved you ask to meet
As if I have nothing better to do

As if I force the sight of my dying father
Out of my head I agree to meet
For a drink.

I only remember the hurricane when I was eight
The dark blinding sky centered calmness.
He brought me outside and said,
“Look son, we’re in the eye of Gloria.”

The eye of Iraq in my modern head
And you ask me to meet

Like Dorothy I watch it all
Inside my crystal ball
My world I have been removed
My father inside unable to find me in the storm
As if a child ran away from home…

You ran away from me
After our second drink like I wouldn’t notice
But I do and you’re soon forgotten

Like a crumbling nation after the sins are won
I pray for Utopia. Bold Freedom in the calm eye of War.

Something worth dying for,
Something for our Army to go down for

Something more than politicians
Running around inside a crystal ball.

I want a horse-riding life like John Wayne,
Where leaders are elected by process of elimination.

I’ve forgotten you and you’re dead.