Tourist Woman

For Tourist Woman

The itching is turning to fever and then to form

For Tourist Woman

Insecurities are bunk-pollen for the swarm

For the swarm, for the swarm

And vice-versa

The swarm, turning to fury captures a prisoner

Tourist Woman is unhappy

With the meager conditions they have given her

They have given her, they have given her

They have given her, they have given her

From Oxford to UCLA

To empoverished streets of a Bengali village

T.W. fights for nothing

Believes in nothing except an image

Except an image, except an image

The image in her mind is of vague origin

Of, mostly, western result

Somewhat pyramid, somewhat cross

Somewhat a mongrel cult

Mongrel cult, mongrel cult

Mongrel cult, mongrel cult

Like the old man

Who slept his life away

Romantics are doomed

(and that's a good thing)