the wind and mind flavored
by extraterrestrial wanderings
i crave the six tastes
especially salty, sour and sweet
as a water buffalo ambles down the street
catharsis in somnambulant heat
sweat and catheters dripping at our feet
the precipitous welcoming party
where chaos and compassion meet
in the etheric theater and compare notes
about a performance some dare to call real life
upon ubiquitous streets
covered in grief, street food and ***** soil
that might someday be the only things left for us to eat