Celestial Journey, 2007, Z.Z. Wei
Berlin by day
that tourism began as religious treks
has never left my consciousness –
so every trip has this tinge
or replication of ideology –
nothing formal, but it’s in my mind –
Nice was nice – Tenerife warm
even a trainride down to Berlin –
a three minute walk out my door,
I feel a weight upon all of us
like what the ferry must feel
carrying the train… dead weight –
it’s a cool city, I don’t do nightlife –
though I’ve heard the discos are insane –
I look at architecture and art –
I wander mostly, afraid of missing my bearings
sometimes ride the public transport
just to overhear and acclimate.
I don’t wanna go nowhere – I’m best
alone in my apartment – I feel good home,
it takes a seven hour plane ride to get me there
I feel at home in my old hometown
it must be like the waning sex in a marriage –
no wanderlust, I’d like to maybe visit
Athens and Venice and Mumbai and Tokyo
but I have no lust left … better here.
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William Fairbrother