private life

Day thinks in false modernities
rain nights on the other

Hand strong before cold steel and walls
in a way, I'm distant, of course
moved into extreme churches
all absentee nonsense
wind shakes strong to satisfy devices

I relax with hinges, cars, expenses
organize every moment
ring and repair old inclinations
my nostalgia located in extremity
screws of lightning flicked at roofs of iron

O, make work vertical, private
a game of television in pretty calm
hosted at noon, O minor mincemeat
of breathing celebrities
into a paper bag, the joke given form

How much also was lost
ventilating change?


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