A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Munseetown
making the Huey noises again
James is jacking with Harry’s brain
which is already fried
because Harry died in Da Nang
but James is in pain
James who carries a sack of pills
uppers downers buffalobills
is making the Huey noises again
jumps off his stool into the paddy
yelling INCOMING making the hum
coughing & spitting and taking a hit on
the joint someone passes him/ mad
he is mad as Achilles and making
his vaunt lifetaker heartbreaker
James is making a B.A.R. chuffing
Harry is yelling you stonecrazy
white motherfucker aint it enough
I ws lost and noone to find me
you got to remind me? These are their days.
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1 Blue Town // Nov 9, 2008 at 8:52 am
Going through the archives this morning. Choose August, since it’s my birthday month. Found a poem I like. About a topic I like. Submitted, ironically, on a day I like, my birthday.
This is actually a song in a series of songs I wrote a long time ago:
VIETNAM BLUES
Bullets everywhere
I’m going home ut in a wheelchair
and if I die then I don’t care
Vietnam blues and I’m here
Worked the fields all my life
lost my best friend and now my wife
how do I live with so much strife
sometimes to my self I cry
I’m in Vietnam and I don’t know why
Say we’re all going home
I tell my self I’m not alone
but everyday more men get blown
and then when the truth is known
from Vietnam to the tomb I’m flown
I’ts just a mangled body bash
some politicians making some cash
while I take bullet in the ass
Vietnam blue what a smash
I’m a loadie with no stash
Mama where are you
I’m all alone don’t know what to do
but everyday I think of you
Vietnam blues
Bullets everywhere
That’s my pre-mass poetry. Adios!
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