Singer:mccombs, cass
for tourist woman
the itching is turning to fever
and then to form
insecurities are bunk-pollen for the swarm
and vice-versa
the swarm
turning to fury
captures a prisoner
tourist woman is unhappy
with the meager conditions
they have given her
from oxford to ucla
to empoverished streets
of a bengali village
t.w. fights for nothing
believes in nothing
except an image
the image in her mind
is of vague origin
of
mostly
western result
somewhat pyramid
somewhat cross
somewhat a mongrel cult
like the old man
who slept his life away
romantics are doomed