[tell, william; tell...]
william sits and hes alone
his faced pressed to the sunlight
a child in a candy store
-ish
he is happy for this moment
in this space to call his own
all he has is fought & won for
in his wonder-years
on a battle-field
crying foreign tongue
blasted past that followed after
another god-damned American Disaster
william
sits and rolls another smoke
in the city of the rose
listen to her heave & moan
he is happy in this moment
in his happy little home
but all the grandoise fools
in-passing
they will never know.