war III

i wish i could communicate by radio
to you;

but iraq is listening in
on our pen pal talk

if only
War III stopped-
dropping suicide bombers

on my typewriter;

but
the blitzkrieg pop keeps going,
so our love
must wait

pops, bombs, booms,
all-
it noises my
hearing,
of
your guitar tuning;

whimpering guns shoot slow
and beat to death even slower
than my heart ba-bumping beats

i wish it to stop-
either or:
war III or my heart.