One Monday after the Battle of the Bulge,
General George S. Patton Jr. was
walking down a dusty pathway whereupon
he spied a little daisy on the side of the road.
Poor daisy, he thought to himself. No one
loves you! Well, he said, General Patton Jr.
love you, and then
proceeded to pluck the little daisy from the
ground and place it gingerly in his breast
pocket, next to the ten fucking million
war medals, shiny and resplendent. On
Thursday after the Battle of the Bulge,
the daisy finally expired. Upon discovering
it lifeless and quite limp in his pocket,
General Patton Jr. wept–those who saw him weep,
naturally, thought it was for another reason entirely–
and wrote of it in curious ways; it was if he died again–
but of course, he didn’t, until of course, he did.
BIO
Ricky Garni is a graphic designer whose poetry (what? poetry? what's the connection?) anyway, his poetry can be found at Anemone Sidecar, Tinfoiled Dress, Modus Operandi and other places but most especially at www.tinyurl.com/rickygarni.