THE COMPLETE NICK ARMBRISTER POETRY COLLECTION 1996 - 2011 poems

INNOCENCE IS LOST… VENGEANCE

“What the fuck are you doing?” I scream at you and your thugs.

You do the ultimate evil, you silly animal Norwegian Satanists.

 I wish I could obliterate you all. Killing kids, the innocents die young,

evil lives on, look at that twat Hitler. How dare you do it!

Does that mean I can fire an SS-20 at Oslo? You and your kind are the

worst, I hate you all. Vengeance will be ours...

PAGAN

As I had read about the futility of war

and the loss of the innocents from 58 years ago,

I think to now—

to emailing a girl and having the past,

my past brought back home.

Of my ex-wife being in Mars in a new life,

of Heidi saying we’ll be friends, me telling of Norway

and the truth to a true pagan and then

silence…

NOTHING

On my own, cold with ice in my veins, snow

in my soul, a freezing north wind clouding my mind.

I am alone again, oh how it hurts and brings me down

to my lowest point.

From the streets of Madrid and of Susan,

to jealous Mary, back to strange Brianna,

I have never been alone, until now.

With nothing to show but memories and loss,

the ache of so many girls. I curse

life and the Christian god, why is it like this?

That’s why I don’t believe in it, destiny is mine.

Someday I’ll overcome my loneliness

and meet the one, may pagan bride.

For now I sit and wait, contemplating my future.