Being Bombed

                    'Being Bombed'


Please keep it to yourself.  

I am bombed out of my head.

Like most of the world.

Spinning in outer space.

Being with zombies.

They're bombed too.

They hover around in the past and future.

Never present.

Sometime, but not now.

I had a bar romper.

Which is something that inebriated me.

Oh Well.

What's your pleasure?

Mine's something I treasure.

But never measure.



By Jonathan Billet for A. Duddette.