| | Home sick.
Wish the cigarette smoke could bring essences of me back home
Close my eyes and meditate on the nicotine goodness that is god
I find myself swimming across oceans of ginseng coffee
Trying to get to the island of belly dancing palm trees
Failed.
Instead.
Plastic skyscrapers and fork bridges inhabited by burnt paper dolls
I am hung high up on a tupperware building with only my underwear hung on a steel coat hanger to support me
Why do they look at me like that?
As if I am an obligation
They suddenly sing what seems to be their national anthem
They all set sail on gigantic banana hammock warships
I wake up to be greeted by the protection of canvas curtains and the smell of humanity brings me back to where I was -- in a "world inhabited by demonic male competitiveness" |
| | Posted 12/22/2005 10:33 PM - 8 Views - 4 eProps - 3 comments
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