Almond eyes
& tiger thighs,
her painted-face
spits bamboo grace.

It was a place
where people lost time
trying to remember how to live
& it must have been a holiday,
I saw no less than four patrons
passed out cold,
faces lying in their *****,
empty bottles at the their feet
& the workers
walking around
pathetically
as if,
as if it were business as usual,
just the destruction of human souls.

It's weird to witness
your friends killing strangers,
insurgents,
blowing **** up,
then watch them return
to another zone,
a place we call home.

Sometimes the utterly ridiculous makes absolute sense*~Amitav

A broken heart
Its wound invisible
Yet it bleeds the soul
Of even the last hope*









© Amitav (Radiance)