Running tourist I'm walking Never native, stage act danish Wailing at ticket boys with short shorts Do what I please, never go to court I am a tourist Groups of affluent Chinese teenagers scoff Sadist smile beneath the camera block No regards I am abroad No regards
Description of a family:
Hairy toes
Sagging breasts
Obese children run on the beach
Two-liter Evian
Description of a lady:
Toeless
Sagging breasts
Screaming at the Paris cobblestone outside the metro station as if it had just stepped on her, as to give her a taste of her own medicine
Homeless
Pillow in hand
Speaking in tongues with higher powers
The same ones that spoke to me
The same ones that spoke angrily in the hotel corridor twenty minutes outside of Champs Èlysees
I heard through a wooden door laying on a wooden bed covered in rag rug blankets
Angry men shouting their points across
Dropping suitcases on the floor
The beautiful theatrics of it all
Of which I saw noneBolting into the mausoleum with a defibrillator I'm ruining this piece of shit county fair for everyone Rise Pharaoh Rise ancient artisanal Ugandan pot
Skinheads in the distance I sometimes wonder if skinheads travel with me or if they just simply get summoned when I step into a new European city Mystery man selling figs and water next to a franchised café I am the Baudrillardian conception of Las Vegas Dressed in slippers and sunhats I exist in my own cultural context Mentioned jokingly in songs by natives
I am a tourist Spitting in a urinal Asking for directions every turn I take Lending money to strangers I'll never see I raise my glass and smile imagining all the things I will never be Screwing bolts out of a Ferris wheel and hoping for the best
All-inclusive for the poor man's soul I saw tulip fields from the airplane window on my way to Amsterdam, I hope that settles the score