Go back to Basi: get
silly fresh.
Tidy your hair: check
that every memory you recall
is actually yours.
You may not get another chance
to protest at the passing of time
with such rigour.
In Basi, all men wear shoulder pads.
Hoaxes are committed on a daily basis.
Don't be worried,
over-confident or fooled -
you have already been defrauded.
Smell the long wisps of a lie,
coiled in the air
just above your identification badge.
Walk the streets and cross yourself
off wanted lists.
Graffiti is encouraged here.
Custom dictates that women be served first,
whether in a restaurant
or a bureaucratic exam.
Water pipes dispense a strange liquor.
Bathing in this yellowish gooze
is said to ward off many ailments.
Those who make these claims
are also said to be
in the employ of one company
or another.
Did you forget your satchel?
How, then, do you expect
to gain entrance to our gentleman's club?
You will spend the next four hours
in a cheap and dilapidated hof,
throwing peanuts at the walls and
lining up to urinate
in a closet half your size.
Don't even think of initiating a bowel movement.
Poetry evenings, while abounding,
suffer from syrupy background music during the recitals.
You will one day experience
the sad fate of mis-recognising
your own words, pumped out of a loudspeaker,
their meaning changed by
the simple juxtaposition of violins
or piano with your original intent.
In this city, no one is allowed to clap hands.
To do so would be to violate an unwritten law.
You may sleep, but only under the neon moon.
The weather is surprisingly mild
at this time of year.
The mopeds barely disturb the people's sleep
but their dreams - ah!
If only you could see them!
When morning comes,
be sure to keep a map beside you.
Reassure your nocturnal half that
Basi is real.
Just like the obscure system of
pressure points said to lead
to that oh-so-ordinary city, that
of the smile.
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