Foreign

You again
Occupying
Heart head
Everything
With no respect
For ramparts.

Are you happy
With your win
Your lighted teeth
Your glowing skin
The pleasure perks
That came to you
Early on
Your party-filled
Saturday nights
While I await
The defeat bus
For those
Who go alone.

You, yes you,
Who ride so high
With a last name
That could serve as a first
Unable to
Pronounce my own

June 2003