Police raid frat mansions
& cart away drunk pledges
in the night.
Shambhala Buddhists exchange
gun fire with Unitarians.
Playboys dowsed in
Jagermeister burn on Folsom Field.
Watch on You Tube Ward Churchill
dangle from a noose.
The channel nine traffic
chopper is blown
out of the sky by insurgents
at Naropa University.
Baggers hunt prairie dogs
along the freeway,
feverish hands ripping the
bubonic meat from the bone.
Bombs rattle the Twenty Ninth
St. Mall.
Patrons wander in ominous
dust,
bleeding, clutching their
dying,
frivolously attempting to
contain their intestines.
Charred merchandise is
scattered among the rubble.
Quivering voices pray.
Members of Pearl St. Fashion
Faction are suspect.
Dropping the sedan Bush says
to Dick,
"Hey Boss,
Dis ain't Boulder, Dis is
Bagdad!"
On Valmont, the refugee
ghetto is cleared
with fire & its
inhabitants shipped to
internment camps in Greeley.
One hundred stay home dads,
armed with Louisville
Sluggers, wearing their
children's roller-blade pads,
aided by twenty thousand
marines,
erect road blocks and monitor
Red Zones.
Red Zones include Canyon
Bld., Mapleton Drive,
over by the Dairy Queen on Baseline rd.
Patrols stop and search cars entering
the Safeway parking lot.
Black Water mercenaries guard
Burger King
sniping patrons of Bed Bath
and Beyond for target practice
between Whopper bites.
People are picked off the
streets like flies in yellow goo,
by the CIA, by Minute Men, by
Promise Keepers.
Neighbors gossip at night,
"Did you hear
what happened to Dona's
husband?"
"No what."
"The Collection Agency took
him away."
Mennonites burn the American
flag
in front of the courthouse.
Blood mars the sidewalks.
The sent of tear gas clings
to office building walls.
Children in bare feet beg at
the farmer's market.
Weapons of mass destruction
are found at the Rocky Flats.
In Boulder,
The streets are still. Fish
are jumping
in the Tigris River. Not a
whimper from Yafa Street.
Only silent flickers from
drear windows.
You wouldn't even know a war
is going on.
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