Friday, March 13, 2015

On Our Way To Gran'ma's House!




drive over the infinite stretch
of concrete
beautiful yet ugly
glorious yet libeled
we're just another bug
on another endless trail
going nowhere
pass by a sea of marble
(Born Died)
and then a place
that reminds me a little
of Volo Bog
apartment houses
of questionable architecture
not of this decade
black people live there(?)
two old men:
"couldn't care less
about this Jim Morrison guy
i got other things
to think about
i'm old
really old"

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Topkapi Blues

thru the palace i stalk
mystic missing concubines
who do not want to talk



DB/11.9.91, 2015



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