on the war front
would you want balloons on the battlefield? those red ones the kids play with in parks and fields.
thru the shots fired, thru the plumes of smoke from rifles.
could the cluster of fun survive?
what would the soldiers hold if they saw them bouncing around in the air.
and then the soldier remembers… his time in the park,
running on the grass, holding his balloon.
would he pick up his gun and shoot at someone?
Sitting over a white carpet sipping tea with an erect pinky
Hiring women to come and entertain us,
We want them to break glass
But only with their mouths.
We don’t care how they do it,
it just has to shatter. Everywhere is
very sloppy and very messy. Some girls will
take the money without even thinking twice.
They’ll sing at such high and difficult pitches
the glass will break under their power.
But the others will try to knock the objects over:
cups, dishes, panes and glass eyes; with tongue gestures.
We’ll laugh. They’ll resort to chewing and eating the glass,
cutting their lips and cheeks, gums and tongues- blood everywhere.
And one will say, “It’s my period”
and we laugh.
