PORK KORAN (for Theo Van Gogh)
moment of extreme heat from her tongue
in flame of moment
that stood still like the blasting furnaces of sadness;
her fingers probed and stretched out the silence
like moog sounds from analog past
staring into the flames
and into the mindless eyes of belief
like Chinese jade ring on finger
and instruments of totem;
walked through dust in warzone of city with mocking
past checkpoint charlie
and reflected upon the new year;
made resolutions
broke promises
lied
and then awoke to 2005;
walked along silent sidewalk with face masked in costume
and tore down decoration and laughed
while preparing civilian demonstration against holy;
refused religion;
meditated upon the 6th day of creation
and lamented mascara and hijab;
exposed nipple to the gods of repression
and intolerance
and synthesized music and poetry
in rebellion to the church and the koran;
drank mint tea all night long in afghanistan hamlet
with taliban
who sat crossed legged with erection
frustrated and unable to afford her as second wife
he risked intercourse with foreign agent
of lust and ascension;
she walked like libertine through the dust
and heat of asia
and rode like liberty
on the backs of liberation soldiers;
unable to accept that victory
was just the beginning of this war:
she sat full lotus position
and traced the Spanish Revolution
with her eyes.