Show me Angola through avalanche lenses and touch me with naked eels
I stir to inflammation and torture you in Ethiopia, where I saw heaven on street view with a robot’s shadow
champagne in Nigeria with sluts high on Diprenorphine, cringing at the new poetry
taking refuge in black ashrams my headphones in shreds
banging on your sores like weathered gongs
getting a free credit report on the Gaza Strip while you gag on Soweto hog
alongside this foggy cruiser we slip into holistic pain