Tuesday, January 10, 2012


Ticking the list,
Ticking clock.
Three weeks till the third world
Something not experienced
In my relatively bourgeoise existence,
Say I've been through hell and back,
But I could still drink the water there
Sit on the shitter.
Afraid of my disease
A uneasiness of a mattress with fleas,
Lost in a place
I can't read every sign I see again.
Want to drop my guard
Poorer then most poor
Training for a future
I can afford.
I'm not going alone
A native guide and lover
Never travelled a pair
Chained to another's sensibility
Hoping I don't self destruct
Hoping to fall in love again and again.
Still sinking in.
First the needles
Then the flight.

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