Peace for J.

I lay supine on Wilshire and Veteran

subtle ground cracks tickle the spaces

where my skin collides with concrete

gaze skywards

beyond brutal timbre of recreated blasts

I hear you utter

I can't marry you because you're not Jewish

From Westbank to Westwood

2pm on Saturday

middle of the street

my head on foreign legs

stacks of bodies

occupy tire-marked roadway

this is the die-in

simulated death

of silence

my skull caresses asphalt

black dirt on red hair

a melody of two thousand heart beats

rhythm to your little song

no girlfriend of mine

will support Palestine

red white green and black

insignia of aspiration

for harmony

you slip in and out of my consciousness

I've never stared at the sky 

while laying in middle of the street

Lost Angels

a helicopter circles in a blue abyss above

scrapes the sky

later I rise from concrete

plant feet in cement terrain

ear memory of you declare

even though you voted for Obama

you can still be my girlfriend

you place index fingers in ear drums

as our hymns form sound paths through urban walkways

from the river to the sea

Palestine will be free

I march

one stranger two thousand times

intone the enflamed chants of a people

who burn their vocal cords for peace

on the corner of Veteran

loud speakers detonate sound bombs

genocidal anthem of Gaza

vicious reverberations

shake the ground

I rehear you whisper

how could you support the enemy?

I would leave UCLA and take up arms in Tel Aviv

in a heart beat

the hum of pseudo explosions reside

increase drumming

two children entertain crowd with

polyrhythmic hand slaps

i unshake memory

yesterday you say

it's a shame I'm so liberal

an indignity 

I went to call

then

in one more redundant insult

of romantic hatred

you call it a disgrace i come from Berkeley

a land where each inhabitant is so radical

they incapacitate themselves to think critically

if only you had listened to me say

i spend more time in temples than churches

how graceful to produce a bireligious child

i adore your faith

still

you beg i come over

your ficante

flesh knows no politics

polar opposites

swear you unwish to reconcile our difference

crave to combine our mouths together

outside a memory of your orison for we

to dazzle the body with colorful friendship

this procession incantates miles down city blocks

a plea for peace

my voice ripples sound waves

sends subtitles to you

one final attempt to profess

you never hear me speak

I won't marry you because you're not Christian

what a shame you're so conservative

I defriend you for fighting for your country