On the bus to Nepal

so you got on the bus
it maybe ain't Greyhound
but better than none
& headed
directly Nepal

the delectable
reasonable
target

for the ticket
you took my last
dime
that's fine - I can handle
it
gently

you can find the German
emperor there
w/ his golden flies
escort
of
picturesque
disorder's
order

the man still believes in Ultima Thule
& he still
proposes you
marriage
& the honey blooms
while the twister shits
flint
& you're oh so sincerely
delighted

& the options
you'll never choose
the subconsciousnesses
you'll never
submit
to
appear once again
as the air
becomes
your journey
& you
the flower of Orient

& there's a whole melting pot
of Niagara
nirvana
waiting for you
when you
vanish