used to think i didnt believe the death hype
and the fear stories
but i kind of did really/i felt i HAD to know
even tho
i
did
seek out the noblest of sources/immersed in the big picture
i
was
still
caught late at night on a sofa of crumbs and cans
watching overpriced gas
get shut off by cold men in fur hats
every
half an hour
i bunkered down
stayed drunk
and shopped in my foxhole
all the informed analysis is only rough notes for history anyway
scribbled
into
satellite phones
on
beige
top
roof tops
under a brown flat sun
or
in
the money streets
packed with sacked drones
and i repeated what i learnt like it was gospel and scandal
but
now
i dont believe a THING
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