Once I got sent overseas it wasn’t so bad.
I had a room to myself. My roommate had
a shack-job, off-base.
This was
We had houseboys for the shit-details.
When I read Chalmers Johnson’s Blowback,
he asked why do we need 748 military bases.
Whatever it was. He
mentioned
I didn’t think of it, at the time, that I was
an outpost of empire. A coaling station.
Our little brown brothers the Filipinos.