(not) working title

the bankrupt aristocrat  

receives benefit payment,

slumps across street,

scanning bookstores

for mind food,

 

 

a vanilla sugar

poetry book, a gourmet

novel, a nouveaux cuisine

starter soup of short stories,

 

 

drifts hedonically

back to base,

 

 

hungry for new tastes,

 

 

muttering

many-headed zeteticism

to

himself

with

cool-aid psychology

and thoughts of born again bursts

of hip-hop telepathy

 

 

inspired

by the unintentional tyrant, the

questioner, in chains

of self arrest,

 

 

his tricks,

his traps,

 

 

(the memory drifts) . . .

 

 

 

sips coffee,

and another,

 

 

(detached)

 

 

puffs on cigarette,

and another,

 

 

(repeats)

 

 

eats.

reads.  

 

Reviews

[Pi Cee]

Brilliant write, thank your for sharing.

[...]

. brilliantly written, monsieur ...
. "mind food" is a fantastic expression ...
. and the end is amazing too ...