Come In Rangoon

Too much static from

the overwhelm..the

message isn’t clear.

Do we even still know

what we’re fighting for?

Or, even if we’re fighting?

I’m in Mexico. There must

be some reason why I’m 

here, not on some front

line somewhere, in the

middle of the whatchacall it,

revolution, jihad, chaos.

Come in, Rangoon…

it’s been so long since

I knew where I am

in the middle of changes

that boggle the mind….

Rangoon…specter of lost

time that could still tune in.