cognitive mash-up,
because why not?
in a world where sheiks are
using bangladeshi flesh
to craft
        burj khalifa
in honour of the first wife of
muhammad...
   hey! presto!
   it's a sunny day,
i'm drinking,
     it's too hot to be an arab,
or it is: having read
alberto camus' novel
and received a 1st in essay
form of criticism from
a northern irish beau....
titilating
the book of revelations'
women attired by the sun:
curly hair...
so it's a sunny day,
and only l.a. punk will
fix it...
      the offspring's:
                gotta get away...
walks around, mute,
stumbles like a hunchback...
back into the anti-narcissus
revision of the shadow:
hey hey 'ere we... dive!