The Man In the Iran Mosque
Afghan Afghan wearing an Afghan
leg lifted high
a pissious 88 salute
and drenching thirsty
cactus masses
with needle arms
these masses
drooling acids
crass bands
of bandit masses
and the temperature over 140 degrees
erect hands
linger longingly
pining for more
opiated oblivion
opinions like onions
like reefer smoke weaving
inhalation-pant-breathing
half assed flags
and children try on roles
like play clothes
orphan, mourner,
time traveller
instant age
in the era of youth
exfoliators for sporeous pores
-swapping wives instead of recipes now
-foot taps not door raps in bathrooms now
-teachers teach sex ed with homework now
a world strong enough
to school us weekly
as we are fed weakly
we murder it
by not living Taliban-tech levels
but being regurgitated
Romans we
eating to excess
drinking more
sexing children
losing mores
we will circle coriolis
bring enemies in among us
and embrace
this pieceful islam of Religion
and die
one by one
as a people
who refused a Good God
will never take a violent god
and obssessed
with libertine dash liberty
will die
one
by
one
stoned, jaw dropping walldrops,
like head drops
in soccer stadiums
smile
this is your life
(but try not to get any turf in your teeth)
Copyright © Sean Cosslett Moore | Year Posted 2007
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