the scene

pain can finally become
the extreme totality of a place on a
map–
someplace to go:
New York City, Algiers, Tangiers,
San Francisco, Peru,
Paris, Berlin, hell,
it’s all the same:
the same faces
the same people in different places;
the only difference being
that their cruelty
and sub-normal use of their living
years
take on minor changes of
temperature and
politics, that’s all;
there’s still rent and sewage
and tons of
literary bullshit.

I supply you with your
normal
dosage, thank
you.