The lights say soon I’ll tuck myself in
For another night of half-awake sleep.
The idling engine scoffs as bodies rush
To grab seats in a lottery for space
In a land drowning from inflated egos.
The streets sigh under the trampling of a million tires.
The sidewalks choke with trash and vendors.
The world is being grilled in the barbecue stands,
On trial in the court of massage parlors and shops,
Languishing behind girlie bars and gas stations.
A robber runs from a stranded jeep
Loot in tow, a hyena smile on his face.
Passengers spill out like panicked wildebeests
Too dull to think, too cowardly to do anything
But save their hides and protect their hooves.
At home the walls can’t stand between my ears
And neighbors creating their version of Waterloo.
I’ve long given up hope of finding peace
Between her Israel and his Palestine,
Amid warring royals with no kingdoms.
I won’t be surprised when I close my eyes later
To find myself in a crowded theater.
For even the realm beyond the movies
Of my Technicolor dreams
Is pure chaos.
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