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Monday, April 3, 2017

Last song of the night


Nothing depends on nothing

Something depends on

Me I am a warrior ant

In an allegory describing the fourth dimension

Klein bottle shaped tears

I haven't danced in a long time

Can I put my children to sleep

Like objective correlatives

I write a poem to make myself responsible

For what you feel

Is Peer dead

Did his last massage trigger some nirvana state from which he will never be seen again? My shame

Is so vast it colors the universe

Like antique stardust

Flickering on and off

At bedtime

On the tenth floor

I take off my clothes. I take off my metaphors

Sometimes I feel better, sometimes I don't

Words

I used to pity

Silence

Listening with my face

To its rhythms


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