Pot Helps pt. 23

During seven years past of a war that left more marks on my heart than my skin it tanned and movies made of such inaccuracies, marginalizing experiences; as far as I’m concerned it’s all total crap, taking me out of context yet one more time and again if only because you can’t encompass my context what with that culture injected tiny little brain and how it is that I can be alive and well here on one total American summer Sunday with yet to receive a phone call from my disenchanted disenfranchised disemboweled family that squirt me out like they couldn’t even see like a little bit into the future and yet here I am alive and well even after one dead rotting dog stuffed with explosives was meant to kill me and I knew very well then that day hoping to go home for two weeks of rest and relaxation to those people and yet I wonder what sort of disemboweled phrases would come out of the mouths of those people who decided they wanted me until I was around like I was some sort of appetizer that they thought maybe sounded like a good idea until it showed up in front of their faces and they really could smell it now and what it brought with it and here I am about to be more than accomplished than the whole fucking lot of you and you can’t even smell the nuclear war yet what a fucking shame on you as I trip slowly towards the past reclaiming all that’s mine like this face this body this mind this planet all of this time.