The poet travels to town

On a 401 bus

Now and then looking up

Noticing shop signs as

Markers for the route

In his conscious doused by


That drowns his alertness.

Leopoldsberg ahead

A wondrous time

Swathed in the stupor of

Repetitive traveling

The same trodden route.

Downtown’s towers

On the horizon

Clouds are arranged

As for a movie set


Traffic’s lame grid

Scent of poisoned incense


One Night in Beijing offers

Buffet meals.

Shop signs fly past in more

Grouped densities

Women showing off

Huge derrieres

Shopping bags.

Karl-Marx-Hof complex

Stretches along the entire

Last stop.




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