After Korea 

I started writing to deal with the stress I'd encountered blasting Commies. I'd killed maybe a hundred and I couldn't stop reliving the encounters. But my writing came out weird and seemingly unrelated to what I was dealing with or the experiences I'd had. I can't  explain it. Maybe I was trying to just not deal with it. Does therapy help or is it just more reliving of the shit you're trying to get away from? Beats me but it felt good to just write and not think about the blood and death.

 I registered

   regurgitated

   the cracks

of consequence in a yellow balloon dream

    Steam streamed

on a sidewalk in Kalamazoo 

Michigan

Or the 51st company

  It was late

I thought steak and fries 

sounded good

I walked out

The neighbor's dog was loose again

He had to pee