i have read all the books
all the particulariites
i`ve seen all the films
fast,flashy,slow,moody
all the travellers
the strict,the sexy,the unattractive
some spaced out,some stressed up
others full of esoteric softness
i met sportsmen and wide boys
i spoke with bill clinton
i know the dark alleyways
the crackpipes, the whiskey bottles
the exertions of the contractors
the earnestness of the auditors
the police officers stone drunk who altered the accident reports to save their skins ( everyone knew )
girls giggling and the women cohabiting
the sweat and the scents
taut facial muscles
sexual abandon
the samaritans aand their druggies
hope,hypocrisy,moral ambiiguity,forgetfulness,distortion,propaganda,
cultural differences and achievements
war
grenades and machine guns
my ears have heard bum notes grating
i know lists,symbols
the cracking paint
fuck me ! the youngsters out of their boxes staggering on the platform
the carpenter planing the boards
i know of sickness
the blotched skin
the sap seeping out
the plump older women travelling
their men walking stiffly
tics,moustaches,sports shirts
i know psychosexual ecstasy
the yes and the no
today is gray, white-gray
and nothing reaches me
i know full well torture and torment could come
i know of no resolution
yes, my brother, my sister, my stranger,
i stand alone
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