Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Jean Luc

Jean Luc is a diplomat the color of blood across his chest a star along his breast a red-haired woman in his heart.

And on a farm in southern Illinois one day he turns to me and smiles and says it is the way of people to kill.

He said Don't read too much into the things they do but walk among them and believe in them even if you don't believe in them.

So at the speed of light we look into the eyes of one another and the way the stars reflect against the worries of our lives.

It is the slowest thing there is he said to grow into a man and then you rocket through the sky into your death in all the black but I have never seen a thing so fucking beautiful and if there is a God he's sitting there in emptiness.

Jean Luc is a patriot if space were like the USA he'd bleed just so Orion and his friends could spit on him when he returned from war and just to find his red-head had moved on.

And so it goes of the broken hearts of diplomats
and farm boys
and reading men
and mirrors
and rocketeers
and patriots
and dreamers with a star along their breast.

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