sent to replenish rations which mashi's awol finds depleted
early morning life in jodhpur bazar.milk--check,loaf of bread--check,offering to the lord--check
outside the bazar saw a signal to abandon.ya a scooter.but thats not important.it was a lime green scooter,standing in daylight with the frank candour of a faaking heretic
the security alert code of the day is,yes lime green
the terrorizers can write almanacs/the boys sip molotov cocktails and sleep with the fishes
lord give us our daily spade,we dig six feet
the time comes but it comes when we must meet
the propaganda declaims but does not tell
will we get to meet if its hell
i offer you this marasmus
a chocolate wrapper washed in rain
will you lower your eyes/or blink even once
when you learn my faith was bare
believe me my anger is also only a prayer