to those i have no desire to speak to,
i introduce myself as a socialist. they
say i am an interesting man, walk away
and i never see them again. my plan
works most of the time. now there
is this one fellow. before i can say a
word he tells me he is a syrian king.
i tell him i belong to the persian race.
i come from a place of scented
meadows and majestic mountains.
i love my brothers as i do my sisters.
each has their taste of divine pudding.
we sleep together amongst the reeds
that grow from gypsum soil. the king
offers me a hanging garden with my
own babylon. i will be his concubine.
he placed my pipe to his lips, then fills
my mouth with intoxicating spirits. to
this day he sees me as just another