East

this is the first of my NorthSouthEastWest series that the DPS are doing. this one i wrote on the night of Oct 17th, waiting on the George North

EAST
Ears without lobes
and culture on paper
papered culture:
what does your fortune say?
slivers of beef tripe are rancid
in your round eyes sharp nose,

just

buy me

EAST
accents that are
broad
like
maaaaah-maaaaa?

because the city is always asleep; the buzzing lights
are just pretense of any kind of life here.
where is your god if he can be
folded into your
wallet? you pleasure
fools
who gamble on green tables
the tiles make foreign fricative noises
--like the static
on your yellow hands