yeah, i'm bothered about
sober people...
they seek the most ferocious
tattoos...
    dementia elders
speak solely in a metaphor
medium...
   sober people
tend to their seriousness,
and tend
to lisp their R
    sisyphus antics...
  what am i to gain from
pretending an Atlas posture
in the hunchback...
    the world and the next...
because the Jews felt
no inclination to sing-along
within the confines
of the "hanging gardens"
               of Babylon...
no madness hiding
behind the *******
of the pyramids though...
no Jews among Aztecs though...
no story, no manna...
     no media...
  and: those bits in between...
lazily the global
congregate and...
    mind you:
          i feel nausea experiecing
a mono-chromatic
society of Warsaw...
    not as antagonism...
just not used to white
people living in white lands...
i felt the same nausea
for the better part of 2 weeks
seeking shade in
Kenya...
              Mombasa barefoot
traffic...
     and the macaque monkeys...
the warmth of the Indian sea...
the rest?
    a relief from
          even having moved;
l.s.d. equivalent
of equitorial night and day
hours...
            falling
asleep on the beach watching
the punching waves...
   crude Picasso taking
to a mould...
            and rest?
remnants of
      an unsatisfactory dream.