Crude, Shrewd,
Hey dude,
don’t walk along a plain city,
somewhere on the outskirts of Sarajevo,
Or near the Vatican,
anywhere where lads and ladettes,
speak about love and degradation,
in a retro cafe.
neon signs warn about gender genocide,
Bourdieu and Badiou,
kept alive by I.V. drips of seventy% pure chocolate
battling pedagogs with German accents.
How does Deutsch twang
sound like?
Salinger is dead and still
I have no screw-on light bulb,
Microscopic elements enter my system
while I am under,
Giving me false sense
that I am
Somebody
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