Record, CD, has developed my abilities
In the inter-personal
Pay rent
They said it was a knee-jerk reaction
But I just sat in my bent plywood chair and saw
Tomorrow in your eyes
I can see tomorrow, I can see a time
To check banking status
The happiest day of your life has gone
Sketch it, opt for a punch-up
Haircut Saturday, forms for the liquefaction
Of the warm-hued bricks posted
First thing tomorrow
Tomorrow
Old and posh, acclaimed
A kimchi omelette, rich
Pickings for the avant-garde
Pens and folders from revered
Institutions are in my possession...but do not
Belong to me...the smearing of walls
Would spread to the ceiling as well
If it were reachable...of this
I am sure
Meanwhile
All the while
Live from korea
I get so much pleasure from the foreign comedy
Translated, a set of keys falls to the floor
Humiliation and squeak squeak and
Squeak again
Goin' now and is that what happened?
Manchester yet again is where you will find
Seventeenth century moated mansions
I am devastated on hearing this accent
I explode and I hurry
Hurry up
Wall...
It
Wall...
It
It's a fucking wallet
Unpredictable isn't good enough
A life of mistakes and in sequence
Summed up in the company of foodies
Study dialect and
Binary jam
Visitors to the bastions of the Kastellet make
A proposal and there is a phone call out of nowhere
Items of comfort, luxury even are
Located all over this land...what is it I can
Do for agriculture?
There is a breathlessness that returns with
Avengeance, limbs go limp, bile is abrupt
In its arrival...where is the
Golden Temple when I need it?
Where is the free helicopter ride?
Part of me wants nothing to do with
Human connections...there is too much
Pain, too many letdowns...besides, at
Least the shaking has subsided