Verse Novel Series Continued
Excerpts from Book 2: Damage Bandits
Birth of a Damage Bandit
The only
one who profits from
rickety
rockets are
the ones who have already
sold souls to demons.
—Prime Clan Sandman
Damage Bandits
Damage bandits are an optical illusion;
Just slight of hand and misdirection.
Proper defense against your intrusion.
Damage Bandits are an optical illusion.
Magic tricks to create confusion;
Simple yet adequate protection.
Damage Bandits are an optical illusion;
Just slight of hand and misdirection.
Don’t let them fool you.
There is no need for a course correction.
—The BeenThere Man
Bandit Mechanics
Silent cold and desolate
No life is here only demons
Who come to fester and separate
The souls of the bold who come to put them in a choke hold, twisting and contorting until the evil will breaks.
No divine design is aligned with alternating fates. Strength and wisdom is what will rid them from disrupting the rhythm.
The Mechanics of Bandits
Damage Bandits, damage planets.
No life; silent, cold and desolate.
Twisting, contorting until your will breaks.
Damage Bandits, damage planets.
Slaying souls, taxing talent, altering fates.
Wisdom rids them; disrupts their rhythm.
Damage Bandits, damage planets.
No life; silent, cold and desolate.
—The BeenThere Man
Tea Time
Milky Way Earl Grey
Teatime.
Eager to
reflect on decisions made
while hot water brews future mistakes.
—Nowhere Boy
Milky Way Earl Grey (cont.)
I sweeten it
with sugar then honey
and drink it all away.
When the well
runs dry, I dig deep.
It ran dry;
I dug deep.
Fuel and inspiration,
they don’t come cheap.
—Nowhere Boy
Milky Way Earl Grey (concluded)
Living in quiet desperation,
but never questioning my decision
to take on what some say is an impossible mission.
Refueling sharpens the vision;
feeling lost, stardust exhaust
leave me queasy.
Refueling sharpens the precision,
reminds that, for the Nowhere Clan,
nothing comes easy.
—Nowhere Boy
Diplomacy
My Job is
to convince them that
my blood runs through them,
which is quite difficult.
Because when the last time strangers came,
they took stake in their claim,
generations lost their way,
and nothing was the same.
So, how will I ask for my name
when the last time strangers came,
generations lost theirs
from choices they made to take back what was claimed?
—Nowhere Boy
About the Creator
Joe Francisco
I currently reside in Ewa Beach, Hawaii with my wife, Hazel and our 4 year old daughter, Novyse. I recently published my first collection of poetry on amazon.com. Check out more of my work on my instgram account @joefrancisco8287.
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