Primer Uniform

Primer Uniform
In these waning hours of days
Winding down like old toys
I am a soldier with a green beret,
Plastic rifle held at forty-five,
And paint chipping off my uniform.
The other toys are in similar shape:
Plastacine villages melting in the acid rain;
The town clock has slumped sadly over,
Our military is stuck in the mud
On our front lawn pointing canons at leaves
And twigs blowing evasively in the wind,
The zoo is shut down due to a rare
Strain of STDs that spread
Throughout their population
Shortly after a holiday celebration.
But days continue to wane down
Until nothing is left
But the ash from your cigarettes
And the realization
That the once brilliant vibrant uniform
You donned day and night
Has chipped and faded
Revealing drab primer.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Also, check out what A Blinking Robot did with this. With my permission of course.

Kind of sprouted at random

Old

Even as I tell
An old friend
About how great
You and I were
Together—
The good times are replaced
By memories of how
I fucked you
Metaphorically
Speaking
The colour fades
From an arm chair
As I do from
My own life
Effervescently
Playing itself
In a fashion
Of a record that
Slowly sounds incredibly
Old.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.