All wound up like a toy soldier

You’ve got me all wound up

like a toy soldier who has a war

to go to on the other side of the room

my legs are kicking out in tune to

the mechanical “click” of my heartbeat

and I’m yelling a string of profanities

to my general as I continue to fight

the lounge chair which I’ve ran up against.

 

– Chris George 

November 1981  

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