Looking for Charles Bukowski in K Rd
shit & death is everywhere
except around K Rd
retro paradise of alcoholic angels
& prophets of semen redemption
its skyline has the colour of Timothy Leary’s rainbow
guarded by clean-shaven Dunhill-smoking Tae Bo-practising Herculeses
carefully assessing the initiates to the temples of Zeus
the gods come down from the heavens
every holy Friday night to K Rd
& t-shirt-wearing gymnast-mortals
dance for them the sacred dance
of the ecstatic whirling dervishes
160 km/hour
obladi oblada life goes on, yeah…
Friday is the holiest night of the week
the most blessed
& nobody talks of shit & death
on this perfumed communion of alcohol & semen
obladi oblada oh lala…
let us go to K Rd then, you & I
while the evening is still spread out against the Sky Tower
like a Holy Virgin intoxicated upon a bar table
*-Charles Bukowski is a dead American poet. One of his stories was
made into a famous movie called Barfly.
-K Rd is the red-light-cum-nightclub-district of New Zealand’s biggest
metropolis Auckland.
-The Sky Tower is its late postmodern respond to Las Vegas casino’s
challenge & the highest building around the South Pole
The Love Song of Saut Speedy Gonzales
love is a Burmese cat running across the road & was shot at
by APEC leaders’ security members
love is the tampon that you mistook for a Chinese herbal tea-bag
love is red & fiery like a member of a Communist party
love is never boring except in a Hollywood movie
love is in the air & like a fart it is always interesting & smelly
love is a full course of Jacques Derrida, Michel Foucault with
a sprinkle of Alfred Hitchcock
love is used to be blind & childish & very Greek
love is now multicultural & global with English as its medium
of expression
love is real like a cruise missile launched from an American
USS-Imperialism
love is sexy & lovely like a multicoloured used condom recycled
to the Third World countries
love is an Indonesian clove cigarette you smoke during a Mozart concert
love is high culture like a backpacker running out of toilet paper
in the jungle of Indonesia
love is never vegetarian & not going to be one either
love is alcoholic & full of nicotine
love is poisonous & very very addictive
are you ready for love?
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