Nomind

On that short trip to La Breze, a quick detour to Uncle in his 95 years
To touch his hand to my head, for respect, for good luck, for love of less
Than two minutes and he had barely recovered from the shock of seeing
My ghost without the significant Other, as I now progress to being that
Other, sweet, the cab driver declares, you even got a present from him
Oh no, I tell him, it is my present for Eric, the fellow who lives just a mere
Twenty or so storeys above the surface of the crusty earth, one of rare
Souls who has Time for this Wife of Apathy, so much time to laugh, to eat
To tattle, and a view through the balcony window, a map of this magnificently
Horrible  city, where the sea horizon sleeps until the setting of the sun, and
Suddenly this shimmering snake awakes, a length from there to there, above
Its head the red blood of the sun, the swirl of clouds, and under, the endless
Objects of Manufacture worshipped by humanity, with that and the street
Urchins sleeping on the pavement, we eat, Eric, we dart, Wife, to the market
Of food fresh and otherwise ferried from places near and far, natural and art
Ificial like the natural voices sung through artificial mechanics of that little
Radio, emitting side comments as per our conversation, bitch, says Eric, bitch
Damn radio serving eerie funny sound-tracks to this life of limit experience
Tracing my path through the Universe of Possibilities, oh but this day, yes
We laughed and we cooked and we engaged in the Luxury of Nomind
We ate our toil of salads, fruits, broccoli, kani, shiitake and shrimps where
I did not shed a single tear because the Universe has had enough of my Pain!

... the steamy salmon will be for the next soujourn.