Wednesday 24 April 2013

SHOPPING IN A FOXHOLE



used to think i didnt believe the death hype
and the fear stories

but i kind of did really/i felt i HAD to know

even tho 
i
did
seek out the noblest of sources/immersed in the big picture
i
was
still
caught late at night on a sofa of crumbs and cans
watching overpriced gas
get shut off by cold men in fur hats
every
half an hour

i bunkered down 
stayed drunk
and shopped in my foxhole

all the informed analysis is only rough notes for history anyway
scribbled
into
satellite phones
on 
beige
top
roof tops
under a brown flat sun
or
in
the money streets
packed with sacked drones

and i repeated what i learnt like it was gospel and scandal
but
now

i dont believe a THING





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