Friday, October 13, 2017





the wall

brick hymn ,after schlock
,torture pit brims with filthy
air deep cloud cough your
tripping up yr steps there
ain't no softserve in the
mirror was shelves of books
crashing in their sleep off
walls .wrinkled dust be
neath your shirt and shoes
,c c aky c c oughing up a
screw and nnumbered shoot my
shit cacompaction ease and
slumber sing the ththick
ness hopping in the crawlspace


...ne sachant comment il ne s'y était trouvé...

- Samuel Beckett

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