for tourism of any kind
everything we do
is on the wrong scale
that's the problem
with tourism
right?
take
a lap
around the promenade
we got layers
of morning horror waking up
to the textures of the ghosts
and their outfits
if there's nothing we can give
back then we're in debt
to the plaza forever
is it vain though
to think
you owe anyone
anything
vain to think
you got haunted?
maybe in a good way it's
a vague way to stay in touch
without being a counter
just soaking
in the hot spring
shaped like an elevator
we stood there looking up
there is a boarding school
a castle on a hill housing future
dignitaries who are probably
learning to count, and how
to demand that Liberia
keep paying interest
to the IMF
we hand over our ID's to enter
the light chapel
the guard says if anyone knocks
don't let them in
I wish I couldn't hear him
or see the
travel class keeping
out of touch with
each other and
interfaithfully
dancing in the world
order light chapel
relaxation
means relaxing into
letting the 50 children
of ambassadors
at this bullshit school
tell us what is natural
I feel like I'm getting so close
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