THE BLOG OF DISQUIET :Qweir Notions,an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since2008.
Tuesday, 3 June 2014
Café Mortel
I brought my body-bag
(no coffin, please)
to a Death Café
in old Tabriz
(where Shams came from).
I said: Let's drink to
Freedom from Self
and shoot the breeze
with tea and cake,
since you're not offering
Armagnac
or wine and cheese...
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