subcontinent region is exotic
of
smells and sun and tropical green
news
only
shows
dry desert streets
pitted with bullets smashes and crumble shops
where
women
run between rusted car barricades
I'M VICARIOUS shouts a newsman
under god under war/oil under the sand/old paris of the east
infrastructure blown
by
remote drones and the Hummvee tip of the spear
backyard generators are
cooled
with
bucket waves of chucked water
Blackwater and black market riot with loot
no one says civil war
i’m stabbing out a last fag
choosing cool jazz music to hear stretched out
in my dry bed
to
blow
the arguments and armaments of men
from
my
soft western head
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