What’s the most obvious donk around you

and how many donks deep

and did the donk not descend

to get to the donk on the end of it?

 

The train goes wreckety wreckety wreck;

its metal parts expand and contract;

I’m on the way home from scoring,

and had a joint at the station.

 

Sometimes it seems postmodernism

is an extended metaphor for

the effect of cannabis on the brain

but it’s not a proper theory.

 

The journey now is only as short as

smoke long fiction from Japan and

it is nearly my stop, so I will stop

and ride the wave of paranoia home.