Ary LaVallee

Whitehaus

La ilaha il Allah, Muhammadur Rasullallah
My Life for four months in the sandbox
Playing 300 meter drop dancer
Hoping to meet you by chance, at last?!
Together my brother or blood suicide sister.
I want your purple mist of desperation
puffed on my
only naked face
tasted and savored forever
to teach me to live like a man
to make me cry all of you out
on my sunken, below eye bluebags
into my lazy beard
to disappear
even for myself.
I never saw it, I never felt it,
Your Finger
drawing down my cheeks,
or bouncing off,
supersonic bruises left for pretend.

Fire-Ore-Breather

Singe me with shitting pellets down under my blouse.
My ears are drumming
Screaming
Eyes bouncing, realigning
Working with shoulder, arms and hands
To continue my belching flatulence.

Fire-ore-breather
Answer my flippant thumb and
First finger soft flesh squeezes
Squeezes with follow through.
Release, Click,
Determined.
One sound, one motion
Blurred into one unit.

Fire-ore-breather
You I worship,
as a way through to some other plane.
I’m still here though
Never knowing your true
potential for me.

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I became a member and organizer with Iraq Veterans Against the War in colonially occupied, so called Boston, MA in August 2007. I attended my first Warrior Writers workshop either later that year or in early 2008. I was in the US Army from March 2005 - December 2006. I was an Airborne Infantryman and spent the last four months of 2005 deployed in the colonial occupation of Tal Afar, Iraq. I now live and organize in colonially occupied, so called Oregon.