We have our soldiers out there in the field on their cell phones
infrared scope, feel the breeze from the matrix
the healing touch comes from the sun when you’ve been kept in the dark for so long
and can’t take it
tasteless
chemicals fall on the flesh for a facelift
a soul tangled…
a DNA chain rearranged
when a scrambled reception leaves snow,
knee deep in white noise
grown men have no fear, just a void
it is growing.
I bang on the sides of the box, it’s still snowing.

It all goes back to Egypt
you better believe it
…guess we’re just piling ash to grow phoenix
so modern day eden is wet with depleted uranium

I wish Fela Kuti would come back from AIDS, from the grave and just play…
a soldiers grenade, air sirens or “serenades” sway
Burt Bacharach soundtracks while backgammon games on display
a soiree, a good time in the high noon sun
while the full moon is under our presidents thumb
keep the light on, George
keep the sky lit with war
keep your eye to the stars,
squint at serius.

the new age war
7 soldiers released from a jar
are in total control of the battlefield
the opposition has apple peelers
to skin their enemies
if, by chance, they get within distance
but back at the apple tree, it’s slim pickins’
nothing but serpents now…
i think snow white had the last bite
i think white noise keeps our boys in the black
they got a rat-a-tat
scratched cataracts
arafat cat’s claw
glass jaw
pinching out tight-lipped words
they purge on command
that take flight to perch on a birdstand
cow herders, taliban
don’t drink/smoke-where is adam ant

part 2- Afghanistan
poppie plants explode with the dope show
george bush senior perfected his choke hold
soldiers take pictures from cell phones
when posing with kingpin drug smugglers
from the land of the free slave.

a repeat performance, every four years-like a leap day…