oversized military vehicles down ridiculously narrow little dirt roadss
great displays of machines charge thru desert village of peasants.
spatial corridors of concrete and sand
big bleak bare stage of some giant joke
personal omen emblems
metal music blaring intolerable volumes through headsets
funny strange events
civilian hipsters in tight clothing all over the place. mumbling disagreeable complaints
gang wailing and gathering in groups
harmless cons
strange.why don't they just go somewhere and fade
gloomy hoods
an ominous end to fear below in canals, in pot holes / craters
in sullen faces
feel of bursting and explosion coming on
anger in the air
it is writ in the shadows
in the hollow eyes of people
sitting in their brown sunk sea
in the gloomy dust between alleys
in repugnant piles of garbage and rust
the gray drain of day seeping down between muddy walls and into our eyes
In a gale of sand to taji
shroud over the base of great sandy fogs
bleak hooded men going to work in dusty streets
uninterested wary eyes flat with blank shame watching every part of the village
darkly brooding. Shady.
sandy small town on a thursday afternoon, menacingly empty.
flat stretches of long sands
thongs of sandals, dark eyes, little rough brown faces
subterranean clothes
