Saturday, March 15, 2014

no one is pleased
with what you dropped by the sofa on the receiving section

fat man, you dropped a glass, it broke into tiny pieces like fleas,
"you are free to leave. The door is wide open
This is life. No one is indispensable.
It is a fact. This coming and leaving"

the thin cashier merely listened. Pretending not to be moved.
Her heart aches till dawn.

the pillars of the building shake. Some pieces of adornment fall.
the word that spreads around the corners is

"soon" and it multiplies like a geometric cube into smaller cubes
like a tattered image of an angry utility man.

"soon" the broken pieces have become fleas of a dog.
the fur of the cat, the hair of a woman, the lichens and the moss
upon a bark of an old tree

"soon" they will show you fat man how grease is removed
from a metal. How pork is melted, like butter upon its mold.

"soon" is a vulture. And soon you will be dead on the desert.
The vultures soon will eat all of your rotten flesh.
And there will be no satisfaction.

Ever.

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