Mother Russia and the War-Zone Pokemon

June 23, 2017
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Playing Pokemon Go
In the rubbles of Aleppo

We are the lavender menace
Blackmailed for our backroom kisses
Between the stocking crates, the towers of paper napkis

shoulder blades like hatchling’s wings as we cradle
Hands ramble over tussocks of conversation

Like the ant that bumbles
Over twisted rebar jutting from concrete like bone from a carcass

Squirtle beckons, you can spawn anywhere
Bubbling up like mushrooms from some great web of mycelium underground
Osmar Nasqueen is bleeding and bewildered and covered with dust

Russia, give us your gay eggs
Ala shard, meet me on the banks of the river styx
Where we do trust falls, team bonding circles in the corridors of institutional isis
Stealing names from egyptian goddesses and speckling with with the guts of kurdish, rebels

Toss the pokeball proxy war

We superimpose fantasy battles over real ground
No communists, my hands are only real when they’re on your breasts

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