Issue 14

In the dimly lit
dusty corner of the office
a slim arrogant cigarette sits
contently smoking John.

Beyond the Alps,
a sleepy village awakens to the
sounds of an aimless football
kicking around a bunch of schoolboys.
On the merciless streets of Kandahar,
a piece of American bread eats
hungry, veiled women.

In a thousand sleepless cities,
books read scholars
bikes ride punks
pianos play prodigies
pictures paint artists
bikinis wear babes
fires light arsonists
and love makes couples.

On a crowded train
rushing past coconut groves,
a stupid poem writes me.