Kathmandu

I stopped looking hard and started looking lightly;

Missed so much; how much?

I don’t know.

A Pollock doesn’t know how much it’s flown

   nor a crow how far it’s swum...

Pollock don’t fly? How far have you been through the Atlantic?

Those rules don’t apply

   when past a certain point,

Because the instructions didn’t arrive, ya see,

We’re just going to have to not abide.

I’m living in the corner of my mind;

Plenty of space to roam about,

I’ll enjoy consigning it to the dustbin.

There’s a fat bonus in the mail and a line as long as my tie,

As well as a blowjob, waiting for me in the car...

I’ll stay in the corner,

It’ll soon rot and drop off

   and then I’ll be fine.

Demetrius Skogus