"Kind of like (blogging)"
Somebody has fucked with my head,
Left urchins of uncertain value placed
Inconveniently between parallel
Syntaxes of mind -- connections
Once there, now gone.
From there we trudged on,
Tried to forget about the war,
(we the dead and wounded),
Invented new lines and flanks,
Supplications of unmotivated ardor.
"It was badass!" someone said.
His wife looked askance.
No profanes - sacred