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