�������� Roamed for hours,

��������������������� Thoughtless

�������� Searching for whatever there was to be found

����� Sleep was replaced by sex and airplanes.

���������������� My eyes can�t close

������������������� And my mind can�t open.

���� We ate all of the empty bread

��������������� And drank the coffee

����� And talked of bodies and convention

��������������������� And of dissection of emotion

������������ And destruction of reality.

������ Whatever it is.

� We met a strange New Zealandish Buddha �

�������������� Boy in the kitchen

���� Who spoke of hating school and traveling �

� And asked how to flavor his beans.

�������������������� I told him spices

������ And he said that he didn�t like taking peoples� things.

������������������ We left to ignore the poor

��������� And buy cheese pastries and bottellas de agua.

 

March 2004