Rescue

by Robert Vaughan

Rubbing last night’s escapades
from half-baked eyes he
sits, waiting for nothing
as if it will appear

Thoughts thick like car
exhaust choke back
emotions from Kandahar
frozen memories

of severed experiences
The sun could calm
him normally but
today is dark, diffused

so starkly gray like
the insides of a
coal miner’s daughter
an uzi shot

heard round the
world this propaganda
in the form of one’s
dizzying dilemma