...... Kim Cochran
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Delusional "I go the way fate has pointed me as assuredly as a man walking in his sleep." . I quoted Hitler Reading it twice He stood there counting . Rearranging Little silver elephants on the porch shelf Didn't reply It wasn't digital zero, one, two or three Couldn't penetrate the fire wall Of his rationality Gone mad Inside the delusional palace Of green house masses Commuting to man digital gadgets Magicians orchestrating wars Science ordering the stars Finally sitting With his pink baseball cap on backwards Next to me on an old faded blue couch Under the chipped white painted lattice Of an old Venice wood framed house Two yellow pills and a quarter For company I read to him in broken SpanishSunday afternoon heat beating down Just a kiss of a breeze The hose lay there Grass brown The Shadow Play Wars Saddam was spotted sipping Pina Coladas At the Mandalay Bay Enjoying his share of virgins in the air-conditioned foray Away from strife and bad press Of Baghdad Without Al Jazeera and CNN under toe Relaxing enjoying a little poker, Celine, a quiet drive in his limo He loved the European peaceniks especially the Italians What a show They did so well at accessorizing their protest of the war Europeans always had style and taste Happy to have escaped the crazy Republican guard Sending them outside city limits to meet the allies was a stoke of genius on his part The US were skittish about waging war especially . Fighting on the streets of Baghdad He had promised only acceptable losses In the exercise they called the second Gulf war The sand storm of course was his idea he gloated to Bin La Laden on the phone Bush’s plot to off those reporters at the Palestine Hotel was nuts He never did have his daddy’s brains just his looks Shadow boxing for reality T.V. that’s all it ever was The ratings were up . And he had a 70 % cut That plus his CIA pension should keep Him afloat While Bush continued his terrorist wars Michelle Sometimes you get a taste Of poison so pretty sweet It numbs your fingers toes Rides your heart down An unfamiliar street Abandons it Combing long dark hair Caressing tattoos Taking her hand In a coffee shop Watching Her attempts to cross Melrose Shop for T-shirts in Hollywood Throw grass on your cloths Savoring it all . Lingering bit by bit Rolling her memory over your tongue Between your lips Her pale smooth skin dripping Liquid on your eyelids Hearing her moan Seeing her arms reach Pulling her down Drinking her all in Main Page
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