Kid Gloves, The HI-Jacking Failed.

I had another WWIII dream.

I was flying a helicopter around a crowded war zone
Dodging artillery and answering remedial math questions
all posed visually with no true answer

I had to abandon the helicopter I stole because I ran out of gas...
due to fucking around learning how to fly ..

Scrambling along charred remains, driven into corner after corner
and hysterical strangers
I am pressed against them
pressed against you and hiding

Delirious with Adrenaline

Sadly, armed with things that seem reasonable and sane.

I wake up Punching my throat
then take a deep breath and remember who I am
and it doesn't take long for me to feel the rage again.