.

not so surprised
when the ground bounces up
and the sky falls

at ganges i watched
the bodies burn
at seine i drank absinthe
and i pissed in thames by night

now i feel i've gathered something:
some rocks in my bag

.

solitude is a blessing
so is cheap beer
sheer magic

how happy i am
alone at home
nowhere to go
with my beer
having gotten rid of them
all, at last
surprised,
positively

what they call love
is truly
a bit
grotesque