Poem analysis help?

I'm thinking about you. What else can I say?


The palm trees on the reverse


are a delusion; so is the pink sand.


What we have are the usual


fractured coke bottles and the smell


of backed-up drains, too sweet,


like a mango on the verge


of rot, which we have also.


The air clear sweat, mosquitoes


%26amp; their tracks; birds %26amp; elusive.





Time comes in waves here, a sickness, one


day after the other rolling on;


I move up, it's called


awake, then down into the uneasy


nights but never


forward. The roosters crow


for hours before dawn, and a prodded


child howls %26amp; howls


on the pocked road to school.


In the hold with the baggage


there are two prisoners,


their heads shaved by bayonets, %26amp; ten crates


of queasy chicks. Each spring


there's race of cripples, from the store


to the church. This is the sort of junk


I carry with me; and a clipping


about democracy from the local paper.





Outside the window


they're building the damn hotel,


nail by nail, someone's


crumbling dream. A universe that includes you


can't be all bad, but


does it? At this distance


you're a mirage, a glossy image


fixed in the posture


of the last time I saw you.


Turn you over, there's the place


for the address. Wish you were


here. Love comes


in waves like the ocean, a sickness which goes on


%26amp; on, a hollow cave


in the head, filling %26amp; pounding, a kicked ear.

Poem analysis help?
wtf? fractured coke bottles and backed up drains?





all poetry is crap
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