the interminable offence has a way to
spread all
the sullen pens’ scratching over the flushed serviette
the sullen pens’ scratching over the flushed serviette
no one dares to blink in this
pronounced awkwardness
as days go on we are becoming more
despotic
but we don’t see the pillars crumbling
(in a whisper:
our conquest is very much the same as
that of our enemies)
do your enquiring and if you have to your
interdicts
you will soon notice how steadfastly we
cheat ourselves
the crows and goats don’t hang around
us for nothing!
it is way easier to be snug in your
woolen trousers
and view the helter-skelter from
your comfortable angle
your blithe state of mind will
hopefully give the answers you want
the city’s metallic incandescence
bleats in
the babies’ eyes
this fanatical herding
of words
needs to stop
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