Saturday, February 8, 2014

Shelter

Under Spar awning
We stood
And talked
Vicious rain

By Battambang paddy
We smoked dope
And spoke
Many mines

Behind Bangkok wall
We ducked
Zing
Bullet oblivious

In Ivory Coast
We smiled desperate
Searching smiles
Where the eyes
In warpaint faces?

And
Always
We sucked in
Brittle
Sexual
Thrill.
Strangers
-combatant or non -
Smoking
Nodding
Talking
Quietly
Together
Of
The very very many
Dangers
Hellbent
On
Stopping
You
Making it
Safe
Home


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