The United Nations is lickety split, in Mannahatta, wishing respite spit, welcoming the aborigines, to take a seat, to take some heat, to brew some beans, long and lean.
It is United Nations– not United Tribes-not United Hobos– not United Vibes
Jews a diaspora, slave ships unloading, Ghislaine jet setting, sun setting, awarm in a haze, better get ready, a swarm awarm in a global warm blaze.
“I’ll take the name, leave the unwashed,” Walt Whitman,dandy, said in a trance. “Mannahatta is,” Walt winked, in third person gaze, first ferment person romance, “liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient.”
Unsettled, unphased.
Jew in a jet set diaspora craze, a zealot, a kamikaze hot panze, (panzer joy division)
Jet set Joy division, ferment us a dance, a one off day off for massage, relax, take off your pants.
Take your pants off on your day off, to relax and romance, to go real slow, to let your hair hang low, wiggle to and fro,
Resume the quotidian, refreshed and recharged: whiskey, white lightning, fire water in fire water, “nested in nests of water-bays, superb,”
What’s in a name?
Nothing human.
Spam of Human Affection 
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