Lou J. Klaiber

TRUTH IS…

In the fire
and the night

We dreamed of ‘Nuoc Da’ and laughter
that was so far
away

… and so many wanted to be important
about something’ we didn’t give
a fuck…
about.

We’d bust ass
if ya came close to our steel

… just fuck off and go away.

Dyin’ works
on both sides

and the dreamers are the first
to go.

(Hold yer weapons and deal… just deal)

Last of the La Rue
and last of the silent ‘nuoc da’
melting away

… Water,
growin’ warm like blood.

Water turning to water… and
dripping onto

every fucking thing that
we are…
… that is dead
or growing old.

Where are the pretty girls?

and the Hotrod world I knew?

Where are the heroes?

the Brave
… the few?

Where are those we lost?

… those we knew?

The Taxicabs are dark
and lonely

when soldiers are coming home.

Piasters mean nothing
… ever
and damn never

… anymore.