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Chiraq PTSD Willies

by Gerard Sarnat

Lands of broken toys, Chi-town bricks weighed my Mosul wagon.
Poseur know-it-all putz sure The Kid Had It,
pussy wagon bulletproof spunk after spunk blasted
Teflon tainted by smart-aleck prig’s ruthless ambit.
Gelatinous abyss peaked this fraught jewfish’s
dysmotional algebra.

Mendelian mendacious, morally elastic squid’s
self-loathing golden rule hubris screwed-reamed-
creamed-blasphemed-extorted spaz cliques deemed unworthy.
Grifter betrayed shave-buttered girlfriends, forsook buddies
to settle scores, swapped out the whole shmeer
for flashier peacocks.

A pinhead shidiot jerkoff brimming with butthair conceit,
porked with delusions of stallion dicks, in the sack 13 hours,
splooging the other 12; pee-wee one-eyed Charley whetted ‘n
whacked choke-the-chicken skeet (ain’t strudel yanked on jammies).
My detrusor Miles Davis dance done, Pa grumbled Ma’s
honeypot festered.

Bedding a once friend’s gullible wife’s crippled life, good boy
tries to be bad, two-faced boy to be good. Never met Mom’s dad
— she said the cad shouldn’tv’e been told he was brainiac
and seeded moi’s arrogance – parents were right to be lurid.
Nearing my boneability crossroads, the less I comprehend, but
menschier perhaps?

Gerard Sarnat has had family members in the Armed Forces, some of whom have shared their  experiences with him. He is the author of four collections: HOMELESS CHRONICLES from Abraham to Burning Man (2010)Disputes (2012)17s (2014), and Melting The Ice King (2016). He has built and staffed clinics for the marginalized, including many veterans, and been a CEO of healthcare organizations and Stanford Medical School professor. Married since 1969, he and his wife have three kids and three grandkids.

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