once friends,
now in
friendly fire,
cats scratched
the couch
between
insults,
fine china
flew
threw the room
like lost
birds
blowing up
like grenades
at contact
the whiskey
soaked fog
spews
from his mouth like
fire,
pathetic answers
arranged like smoke signals,
timed out and paced
dissipate through
the room,
and out the windows

the smell soaks into the carpet

another wedensday
another war
another casualty
due to friendly fire