No sanctuary for mesopoetics

No sanctuary for mesopoetics

Pass me a rifle hassan,
I want to shoot at the wall for a bit,
Pocket resistance in granite, I’ve got
A tweak in the neck, splintered sandal,
I walk-
Mosey Kabul

For the pension on such messy business
Is more then the journals I scrawled
A Mohammed obsession at night tip to pen,
No one reads Arabic gum wrapper it seems
For I dance
Few little steps to the creak of a lute

I can shimmy a barrage of aftershock,
Sock hop a nail bomb in Jerusalem
Even chacha a Spanish train derailing
To the quarter step of an English waltz
I long to boogey Memphis and keep moving

But our travel has restrictions,
My likeness in such fortress is given a plea,
To savoir such horsemen of apocalypse
I could liberate our constant struggle
And end the ills of western mutiny.

-I had a poet penpal in the united states
Somehow filtered through the privacy stamp act
And he told me that they are funding our terrorism
It was uplifting to know our cause has such great claim
And that he was penniless, starving,

At the last jihad meeting I mentioned the plight
A General American Satanism was the prevalent
But for an American poet to be dying in homeland
For what progress we had made to steal voice
Of people soon to fat overfed and ruined

I curled up with a copy of the Koran
My wife switched on the new osama quintet
I could smell the imported dates wrapped in leaf
For I had many days to enjoy simple things
I wish you my best brave poet, for now I shall rest