Issue 6, Spring/Summer 2008

Strangers in the night
by Maged Zaher

Help me represent my desire
in formal decrees. And help me handle
this noise’s supreme arrogance like a man
who has proper dreadlock fantasies
and who is metaphysically aware
- as he should be - of America
dancing on a Thursday night.

Or contemplating spending
this disastrous winter without
getting fascinated by anything
other than this near-by Internet café
providing access to quick comrades.

Cyber-proletariat of the world, chat freely,
but let us remember that these words
have no life in themselves.
Well, I was too drunk to unhook her bra
but we fucked anyway.