The student

Been studying souls and cities
mirages of Mojave desert
overlayed
over
this here hand-twisted
thousands of years lasting
utopian urban structure
Turkish poppystore studded
permutated like willing carcass
lips
on their sharp-teethed Berlin girl
owners
&
there's overeagerly more
at the opium's wasted
joker's
self-mutilating
hand...

at some hole-in-the-sky
bone hotel he coughs out
the departing nonsense...

been studying souls and cities in all their
atrocious forms
those all-parts-of-body cancers
sweeping up doctor's internal inertias
smashing up the tightmind
blackbloodlaced
vineyarded
pseudowindows
of
his amoeba perception
in spare time

staggerin' through
thousand tons of flesh crap
one million & seven brickwalls
life rehab prayer processions
rot & plot, bop is hot
while cheap Russian whores start dancing
on my Arbat-shaped parquet
killing the poetry-boychild
fueling the crazy-drunk-bum-
sickness
feeding me shrooms
giving me head
priceless...

& never rely on vibrators