1.



lying in this sand we are 

smudged out cigarettes in ash trays 

sunbathing in the heat of Allah's frown

and swatting flies like big gorillas hanging from the Empire State building

with biplanes doing acrobatics around their heads.



barbed wire is twisted into our own personal

crown of thorns and we wear our sin like princes

with dove white hands and wiry limbs

having their heads gently cradled in the lap of

Mother Guillotine.



2.



where was Superman when 

my friends were doing springboard dives from the 86th floor

into jacuzzis of asphalt, where taxi cabs and 

pedestrians straining their necks to look 

as Allah smoked a couple cigars simmered in the heat of



giants doing that flame swallowing act.

don't you think it's strange that the biggest forest fires

take place in deserts, combed by the zen garden rakes 

of masked men standing in front of video cameras with

weeping Americans tied to chairs between them?



3.



down this rabbit hole you will find

little white bunnies that lead you down the stovepipe hats

of capitalists instead of Cheshire cats with smiles as big those of

politicians bikini mud wrestling with words.



we let go so easily.