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Gaza


Gaza,that stain on my coffee table
what do I know of your bleeding children,
my fries too cold coffee not hot enough response-
mixing, churning in cauldrons of east west pigment.
Differences that hand me a better blindness of
cruise missile, tomahawk, drone words dying into
a tumbler yesterday internet image of less real, less myself,
we holding these truths to be self evident that-
your face- that face- any face I can not touch,
or hold, or bandage, this feeling, this Americanized banality
of Styrofoam love at the rockets red glare- the truth.
I am the macdonalds clown smiling, with one billion two billion three billion
sold today-tomorrow that amputated hand will not count
at all



orphani

Posts: 67
Joined: December 19th, 2011, 6:04 pm

big mac attack

Deep and provocative

An interesting piece.

if poetry is a blood sport
that was a bloody hell of a poem
I appreciate the chance to read it

The Annotated "Blues For Allah"

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a GO at it:

I don't believe in magic
I don't believe I-Ching
I don't believe in Bible

I believe in Coca-Cola™
yes I do
I believe in America's manifest destiny to save the world
I believe in truth justice and the American way of death

yes yes yes
G d is a concept be which we measure our pain
that is why it is called the holy land

sharp, pathetic inadecuacy in front of the other´s suffering ... and the poem bring humanity even to Mc Donald´s clown ... good job!