hebdo:unterWegs-drift-wandering-nomadism-pigrimage?

lost my shape/feel like an accident
* david byrne
billy pigrim has come unstuck in time
* kurt vonnegut what a drag it is/getting old jagger/richards
no man is a nomad who fails to follow th season of his flock. i lose my thread,
my narrative drive, my focus- 'emptiness is nothing but form, form none other
than emptiness':
what is spiritual, what is not? to borrow from th 'prajna paramita':
it has no legs, no tits, no ass, no dance, no kiss, no home, no force...
no company, no solitude, no skin, no flow-
no root, no flight, no net, no fall, no reach, no peace...
there seems to be no place for me in this world but six feet under
i drift my best as a restless guest, as i wander lost in lust...
no path, no exit out of myself but six feet under- it's a chore
& an overwhelming effort just to stop wishing & wishing my life away!
what'll i do/what'll i do?
i seem to be running out of time w/out ever
having gotten th hang of sex w/ somebody else-
guess i'm solo for th duration: always on th road alone again naturally...
all you need is- d=(8{>