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Utterings of the Seventh Sea

Rangzen Shanti

Flying above the fields of France
The inevitable endless abyss of water
Fast approaching
As I head back to the land of fast paced pressure
And amazing intolerance
I’ve seen rustic rurals
Quick with a smile
And radiating saintly kindness
Merchants of bliss in city markets
Selling cheap keepsakes
And nock-off soccer jerseys
Stone-faced Italian nuns
Washing their asses in a bidet
Making an ear-shattering snap
When we supposedly committed a wrong
Weary sailors moving shipments
At two in the morning, in the port of Naples
Laughing and making dirty comments
Proud Greeks
Always eager to share customs
And food for a decent price
Idealistic Italians
Whose future looks bright
In restaurants of ambrosia
English yahoos
Smashing tender teacups
And drinking the brutal beer of time
Wild Frenchman
Swinging late into the night
In Parisian jazz clubs
An undercurrent of African sirens
Selling perhaps tainted goods
Why only them?
From the glory of the Parthenon
To the creepy-crawlies of Notre Dame organs
I’ve seen it all
From Greeks who don’t give a damn
Anything to make a Euro
To psychotic beret-wearing artists
Painting subliminal sonnets
Upon back-alley walls of Montmarte
Lilliputian Asians masturbating
In the light and the blight
Of the Pigalle
Out of it poets
Fishing on the grey waters of the river Seine
Or the canals of Venice
Drugs drugs sex and sin
But no violence
Great societies evolved past it
Unlike America criminalizing the crazy
Causing their own people war
By banning drugs galore
America, its life-burning smoke
Billows out my window
A nation pining
A war machine grinding
Murderers hide behind crosses
Which may as well be burning
Massive SUVs pervert the air
Gloppy men and women stand outside KFC
Grease dribbling down their chins
Dumping our waste into liquid diamonds
Soiling it rotten
Our myopic views
Will despair our children
Maybe my children will escape
When the thrashing crash
Of America occurs
For I am the son of the morning
My home is my beret

��-Paris-Milwaukee, summer, 2005



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