To Jao (toward south)

Oh! Jao,
my dear,
what’s that?,
no tear!
Sailing south toward the Indian,
what will you leave here?
Drumsets? Jokes?

Oh! Jao,
sticking ‘gainst a leg
beating kind o’ jazz,
Motto’ll cry without your backing noise.
What will you find out there?
C-h-i-c-k-s? Matusalem?
Don’t know, bah, stupid complain,
no one to entertain
here in the old, desert Europe of ourselves;
bookshelves full of bones,
a few words (what this denote?).

Simple trip
Toward souht
Simple trip
Let it be