I started thinking that ‘love’ is evil
vengeful
it’s hate
it’s murderous
so I’ll forget this whole business
and go
to meet
Karakoram mountains instead
or something like that
for a while
before I get back to dreadful London
to deal with all this deathly business
of
flowers
If I could understand why my mind sways
why it is not satisfied with surface existence
creating mystery and mischief
illegalities
why it is not real in spiritual emptiness
why it needs danger and complications
adventures on the London bridge
the night
the kiss
on the verge of the Tamise
why
can’t it concentrate deeply
on cooking in the domestic cauldron
why my mind
flies
to your lips
You need to understand me
you are just a white whore
you, and your yoga pornography
I hear it everyday
It’s not my fault
That’s how it is
I am a man
34
I can import myself a young Asian from abroad
and teach her how to behave
at 50 or so one day when I get a job
I’m an attractive man
and you
I can have you when I feel like it
I am a man
you need to understand me
I am a man
and you are a white whore
what is love
I really don’t know
I fear you might expose me
you will ruin my name
I have already told everyone and my mother
that you are dangerously insane
like princess Diana and all the white whores
hungry for mediterranean men
on another planet
there is only you and me
drunk of love
floating
in insanity
in the tube
there are no people besides us
only our kiss
national rail victoria
here it’s only you and me
we don’t have any plans
or shame
even the cctv cameras
don’t bring us to panic
our kisses are pure and free
on the platform
towards highbury
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