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PREVIOUS TENANTS

Everywhere

 

Echoes say everything

of longing for constancy,

nor in their "movement" of bitterness 

nor of particularly happy milliseconds.


Pleather tresses squeal

only when rent by rough hands, wind,

an exacto's dropped glitter.

In my words, not on their own.

 

Be indifferent to innocent stucco.

Something is dying everywhere!

Best allocate "assets" wisely, with good sense.



Fantasies can be used for upward mobility.

Failed attempt at "greatness," though, are typical,

aren't they?

 

That I could give a one single formula:

the brain would not house poems

and bricks would stand as bricks.




 

anonymous

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