Vince Gullaci
　

The War Zone

Bodies unburied
strewn
by a careless force
a fierce wind
plays over splayed limbs
and arms akimbo
carries the assailing smell
of the tip
where the waste is human
and great beasts
devour flesh
from unyielding bones
frozen in time.


Hard Wired
　
I knew
the sound
of sad songs
even before
I was born
the fresh milk
turned rancid in my mouth
scouring rivulets
of acid
hard wiring the brain
to self destruct on cue.


On The Park Bench　

Better those drinking beer
vocalizing
on life
than the philosopher
analyzing
the minutiae
of fluff
in his navel.


In Love　

I'd rather
catch a ride
on your coat tails
than be left
alone
in your wake.


The Riddle　

To whom
would he
bequeath
a dot
to join
the many
others
a pattern
to remain
a puzzle
a little man
in a huge
universe.

-all poems previously published at Strange Road