Battle Free

I make my weapons
from the slender
arabesques
of syntax
and colloquial 
slits of grammar

these are my methods
my deaths
my serpentine swans
that linger
in the half light
of the
half lidded
drunken moon

words liberate
and leave wounds
it’s not their fault

its yours
for making me

do this
write this
scribble this
scream this

I am free
at war
with

you

Written by Mike Linaweaver
Posted on 02-14-13