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a promenade on combustible garbage day

December 19, 2017

I start my tour at boobies tattoo
on koza gate street

the american helicopter flies over the city
it has been raining all day

is the emperor's birthday

i recollect & observe (or the other way round
trying to write a cinerary phrase that will recall

these people's readily frangible faces
a national nightmare made manifest by time

a tinny version of für elise
announces the arrival of the garbage truck

I break the legs of the king crab
with an audible krek

one man shouts kuruma!
while the other gesticulates wildly

the rainwater flows down
as I climb the hill back to the hotel