Wednesday, August 5, 2015

official intelligence

 



official intelligence

moritomo was sitting a dock in
havana smoking camel
his fish would appear and disappear
an' old dead captain sat fascinated by
emptiness
dock workers sprawling around
emptying tankers
and clinic vendors chasing crabs
my ovulation is staying intact
says woman filled with foam
painless cataract profusely dreaming
i was lured to this goddamn joke
and searched by dirty hands
yeah, said moritomo tailoring beard
they're everywhere
look at the clerks of this bleached day
coping with important jobs
yeah, i'd rather sit on snorkel
bidet
says woman scratching crotch
the old man looked at the sea
alone on this planet
and yet in misery