Zuihitsu: Middle East & Global South
She poured the milk into the coffee; or not into the coffee
Behold into her eyes, her eyes, eyes
The cafes went the journeys, took journey to Petersburg, whether Petersburg or
Or you bemoan in Petersburg
Today I've returned; I've become slimmer; my disease has come back again: a burning-of-alcohol blood and a full-of-nicotine brain, but come along with your cats
With your cat-eyes, with your eyes; and there the night lies; there the river lies; and the lips lie down into your eyes
Your hair passes by
My deceased friend, who be dead in the exile along with the snowflakes, dead into the velvet darkness, dead in....
I've become more charming. The Hash of Mazar makes my eyes a little awry; for being so that I come along a little awry.
And the silver will be vapored from the red Sultan's moustache maybe some years later perhaps[...]