the longer nap

only a dead wind left

stagnant across a slick

sidewalk was wall of

headache flashlight dro

pped in wet grass your

fragrant E drips off

a rotting table

should the shoulder fall sh

ould the flooded gate ?

rice and mist cheese

thickens the drain your

hand floats over

toward name your

shadow page b

right f lame

“Dieu est Alzheimer” - Ben Vautier