I
passed through the city on my way to the mountains,
to
purchase some bottled Italian spring water.
I
took a room on the main street, with a balcony,
to
see the stars at night.
I
freely spent money
to
fend off Kafka and assert my delusions of grandeur.
In
the City I can be anyone
Walking
from Finglas to Glendaloch
meditating
on a spool of wool knotted in all directions
representing
the infinite arguments
and
the unknottable knowledge of being.
I
met Ealaín
in
the centre of the City
Art
mused from her shiny skin
She
took me in and told me about her boyfriends
One
had sang, shamanding dance
Another
had introduced her to Yahweh
One
had tamed fire
Another
was an Astronaut
There
was a hedgefund manager
Her
most recent was a bartender from the Jim Morrison museum
who
went commando because Jim Morrison went commando
Then
she implied me a worthless misogynist so I pulled up my pants and
left
And
left it to Dhana to give me good head.
Simultaneously
I was elsewhere
Raglan
Road or Grafton Street
IMMA
or the IFC
The
4 courts or the 5 Lamps
A
bar I don't know the name of and a similar cafe
Odysseus
entangled in Dublin, Boom Boom Boom
Reaching
for Glendaloch beyond the strong nucleic force of the City's jolly
Arbeitsjuden.
Bomm
Bomm Bomm
Hendricks
and Vodka next
Tom
Dick and Bill and I talked about electricity and argued
conversationly over how long it takes to grow an inch of bog.
There
was girl in the room, like the la strada girl,
I
considered waiting for her but inertia moved me slowly instead,
until
i was gone,
and
Dublin luminesced in the distance like the embers of fading fire.
The
Sun is rising
Dreaming,
come of age.
we
could work for the Industry and maintain the Infrastructure.
I
believe in one world
The
father the almighty
I
believe in one Sun
the
mother of our nature
Through
mind in body, the existance occurs.
I
believe in a Universe out of nothing
Blessed
is the Paradox
the
wave particle duality
the
infinity of a wave, the zero of a particle
I
believe in the genes of my ancestors
and
the echoes of their thoughts.
God
bless you God
Thanks
for the neuronal processes
It
was very thoughtful of you
In
your honor i will Touch the Earth
And
will my work of Art
By
the time I got to Glendaloch
The
monks had left their round tower.
Deirdre, Deirdre, let down your hair
let's live happily ever after
