That Fucking Prayer Circle

Humiliation in someone's flat in Muscat,

and performative praying,

this is utter, utter bollux -

I caught the last year of rave, alright? 

I've looked up at men in shorts 

on canonised tombs, blowing whistles,

burbling happily,

thinking this is how I'll begin,

and not here, in this baking place,

visiting dad at work,

praying my head won't be carried away

from my stranded body by the

convection of group hysteria.