curfew

 inspired by Paul Eluard poem Curfew.

where to could we go, when they only know to ask us where we are from and not where are we going?
where to could we go, when this what calls 'culture' conquered the remnants of wild beauty with her arrogant mouth?
where to could we go, when even in native american festival will be roasted american cheeseburger?*
where to could we go,  when we learned from ancient greeks?
where to could we go, when gallery spaces and reading rooms mostly make us vomit?
where to could we go, when cinema is dead?
where to could we go, if our attitudes will always be kept for scoundrels?
where to could we go, when we are executed to the bones?
where to could we go, if we are just psychotic weaklings?
where to could we go, if we are in love?
where to could we go, when we can't buy one-way ticket to maya-land?
where to could we go, when we always thirsty and won't buy this pretty west fashions crap?


*once i came to amerika
to make contact to
Red Earth
my relativesin 20 years living in amerika no once came to idea to visit indian reservation to explore RED EARTH.
and indeed she stinks as she smell sweet
and she smells good when she is stinking.