Take your mayor w you
Your pimps
Your whores
Your civil engineers
Your baseball scores
“Welcome to the wood-chipper”
Same bodies just different names
Different deaths w azimuth the same
The Tritium
The Leviathan
The Savior
The foot-ball
The quicktime-march
Same death, different azimuth
Declination, degradation
Timezone transparent
Gird your grid, grid your north
1975 cute, French, fucked
2021 a train-wreck, the kite-runner death
“You are welcome to
Test.
Your.
Luck”
Shit-casting call in this pall of a city
Repeat!
Repeat!
Repeat!
Fire-for-effect
In-the-open
Hose them Kabuli
For fear sear our acres of centuries-nothing
Taste our diesel deaths
Drink our bloody goats milk
The mysteries
The mines
The wobble
The back the forth
The your-guess Good-as-mine
“Azimuth Abandon Now “
Pavement!
Pavement!
We pray
We cry
Beg you for your blanket of rubble
The refuse to pay
Our streets we lack the lights
Bring on your star-cluster
Sing on your Willie-Pete
Give our tongue the mustard
Give McGyver-wannabe the wire
Let him wrap our faces in fuses
The tin snips
The needle-nose plier
The blasting-cap
Thread the det-cord intravenous
Flows the endless stream of foreign filth
Yellow-corned w Koranic holy words
We consecrate w duct-tape
Seven nations under electrical-tape
They burned
Our pallets of damnation
Our skids of sanctimony
Piled sky-high with scads of cash
Embalm your opium-eater
Plow your sharecropper-sharia
Pay the man his money
Or a 7 . 6 . 2 To the pretty-boy honey
Our revolution will be uncircumcised
Your shame will not be euthanized
“We are your graveyard”
Empire-digger, impure
Enjoy your bitter end
Imagine you can endure
When come the rains
Your boys pop belly-up like bubbles of shit
We’ll chase you back to the bones of your planes
That we bleached on our poppy plains
Where rot the cheeks of your sons
Whom we mashed like opium In our waterless drains
Boom-shaka-laka
Catch, baby, catch
Inside the airport gates
Reach for your oxygen mask, Marlboro Man
Catch my baby, catch
Aleikum salam
The mortar, the pestle
Salam aleikum
Replicate to mutilate
With open arms
Welcome in the campesino
Greet them
“Welcome to the wood-chipper”
with the funnel, the flag
The A the K
The I. E. D.
The M the 4
The 5 . 5 . 6
The 4-deuce
The drone
Muhammad called forth his maggots
And you, Herati, you Kandahari
You shall fill the bill
“Prepare to give your maggot life, you know for … Inshallah”
Glory to god in the highest
Shame to your opium-eaters
Sing their godless song
Their headless dance
Their cock-less prance
We magnify their shame
With our camera frame
We indict their name
“Allahu, mother-fuckers”
Step off the skid
The grip
The loss
The grab-yer-lid
The running chainsaw toss
The father, the loss
Sing the holy unwashed kid
Hosannah his shame to the highest
“This land is our land”
These grains of sand our tongue
Admit that you’ve met
The fear
The door
The back of our hand
Say goodnight
Pray Inshallah
Shut the madrasa stock-yard door
The girls behind the grates
The boys broken like chairs
Rock to stay awake
Safeguard your salt-lick spirit
Breathe not another breath
For thirsts you’ll never slake