Smell of Qahwah Sadah at the al-Baqa Cafe
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Jesus, it’s getting so you can’t have a quiet cup of coffee at al-Baqa (‘perpetual existence’) cafe down by the seaside surf, patrons teeming, when suddenly a photographer, call him Ismail, is sent skyward riding a big fat white sperm whale of smoke. He’s joined by the body parts of children who found no time for innocence, and women, with no time to ululate, who will never ovulate again. Through the rubble particles filled with fiberglass and blood, one old mama thrown up like the world’s a trampoline full of clown machine alienators high on Valvoline. Weeeeeeee! Weeeeeeee! We the people Never Again™ We the people Never Again Houthis and Tutsis All of Brendan’s fucked up IRA men, gawking, Omagh God. There showing pictures now on the smart TV I love shrapnel blades of gory looking like lawnmower blades of glory. Jesus, just came out here on my veranda to enjoy a fresh hot cup of joe when the news broke my lack of concentration Jeffrey Sachs on sax I could see the fists of fury flying When the Zionists couldn’t blow up the dome they decided to blow up the Third Rock instead Emoji thumbs raised in Eeee-ha mode Tap dancing on the van roof across the river Remote control in hand And then another oldie went flying through the air, and another, tumblesaulted limbs swastikaring in a cartoon dust cloud. Running crazy footsteps and curdling screams from the honeypotted seaside happening full of journos and families, there to enjoy the internet and the human touch file stories, kids maybe playing Call of Duty, oldies sitting there in the pleasant din can hear themselves think again. Tonight I'll watch About Schmidt The Nicholson one Where he gets into hot water with Kathy Bates Who once took out at the knees James Caan with a baseball bat So his days of writing about rollerball and the memoir describing the trash can beating he gave a guy. And Nicholson gives to Save the Children but he doesn't know it’s Joseph Kony’s kids and the checks buy reloads. In this complicated world where Trump is throwing marching girls sky-high none of them with underwear, Cue the sousaphone and death rattle drum catch a falling girl by the bum look out for the zero sum