Issue 6, Spring/Summer 2008

There was little to do
by Maged Zaher

There was little to do about the health of the organization
So they handed each one cleaner genitals
Then discussed for hours the immigration policies
It was possible again to find love
At least this was the rumor:
More ways to communicate our desires to the entrepreneurs
The ones john the Baptist hallucinated about
Dragging their mute music to forgiving cities
In the organic market healthy professionals eating healthy food
The owner of the flood occupied the third floor of the fan club
And the only thought in his head was “cheap desires cheap migration capital”
We were supposed to do creative things today
So we passed by a rocket
It was so cold when we decided to calm the fuck down
And when I asked the drama teacher about god, I admit,
I was into saving myself
So I needed moments of greatness
Oh thank you again for the first kiss mr. assassin
The poem I failed to write is chasing me
The poets I left in the balcony to dry stayed wet
Now I smell great and I have my sexy laptop
I’m a good slave and I am happy today