My assumptions upon arrival
were not so much to be arbiter
of deportment in that new province,
so much as become a touristical indulgee,
for I had no coin of that alien realm
with which to present myself
as the local version of God;
I forwent most all of their stimulants,
other than that enchanting golden vintage
which (though dusty-tasting)
could cause the brains to reel
surrealistical in waking lucid dreams,
and thereby, to no great surprise,
I had eventually found myself in
a house of not too great repute;
in fact a quite disorderly one.
Ah! . . . and the girls there . . .
they’d languidly lounge about,
emitting loud suggestions of
cheap scent, wafting forth
in lewdly expensive lust,
much as one could expect to find
in any common European bawdy house;
and as we were having our fill,
they were having their empty.
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