An ox cart of anger
The puffed up monk selling smoke
A sleepless temple climb
An anxious gust of palm tree grove
Sob sounds to joust the ruins
Prayers spit in rush
Breakneck photographs
Find their home
In foreign land
Even Andy got zits. The Philosophy of Andy Warhol by Andy Warhol.
No language When spoken Suits me I could try to remember
From Truman Capote’s short story “House of Flowers.”