The Road to Jeddah: ParapAxis Powers

When you slip, you slip.
No counter-terrorists to be found.
No helping hand or focused scope.
No profound sense of patriotic duty to a soil you didn't ask to be born on.
The Hejaz will swallow those who need to be swallowed.
Urine turns to stinging dust.
Tears are distant memories.
Semen is a joke reserved for submarines.
You slip and you fall and you're fallen forever.

Remember three weeks back.
Natural light was never needed in the city, where the dark is always welcomed.
Smiles, tissues, tank-tops, and hopes are left at home
You don't bring ninjas to a shogun fight.
Tobacco's ghost rises to watermarks and limitations, and your eyes are set
on the red head against the wall.
Leaning against the fucking wall like a junior high prom.
Like a goddamn 8th grade dance, red pubes all wet with anticipation.
Left her paperbacks at home to fetch a bone.
[She gets attention now]
...from those pretty boys with guitars..
She rides their calloused fingers like a demon on a steed.
"But Taif ain't gonna wait for nobody"
says your dark skinned friend from Georgia
as he pushes you towards the little death
Her little...death

You fall, when you slip.
Into something familiar.
Head crashing on red red rock, in the middle of orange earth.
No green felt foundation to lift you up.
No cold regret to wash away your pride.
Just red rock bringing red bone bringing back
red tresses
in
red trenches
and
red roses
or
red rosies wrapped firmly around your member
a ring around...
remember?


ashes
ashes
we all...


...we've fallen...



We've all -


I didn't mean to say I love you.


-slipped.