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a pretend genius broadsuction
some days are better than none
Crossroads
Boris Leyvi
серафим на
перепутье
мне
А. Pushkin
ohour place got infestednew york is this fantastic place
livingwe have a roach problemhere for years still looking
uponce a two-inch brown-winged motherfuckerare the tall buildings on madison avenue
nowcrawled from under the bathroom doora cripple crossing the zebra
withas i sat on the john for number twosmiling like new york
smilesreading nabokov’s “defense”which may be a front for things he keeps
insidethe son of a bitch made me jump from my seatis it warm outside how cold
getsthank god i finished the number two businessthe winter as humidity is
toughsitting there just so i could find outto make suffer as everyone you know
almostif the young luzhin had beat the elderly gentlemanfalls apart but people and places are
impossiblein the game of chessresilient to no end yell to the cripple slowly he
but turnsso i jumped up and grabbed a pink can of raidgoes your direction and that
usuali sprayed the animal but it would move brisklyyou with a straight face
afterrefusing to cease frantic runninghardly misbehaving at all committing
ai kept on spraying with my jaws clenchedsomething lacking in a solid definition
whilesilentlyno one would settle for less
so keepscreaming inside die you repugnantsmiling you have long to make
it upthing diequiet before getting busy
just smileand when it did i flushed it down the johnand thank you all
Education of a Ladybug
a ladybug flew in
despite the window net
installed
who knows how it found
an orifice big enough
it landed on an air
conditioner's rail
scorching hot from
direct sunlight
ladylike
it did not produce
a sound
she must have been
in a lot of pain
as her arthropod legs
and the whole complex bottom
fried up against the metal
but kept her composure
kept on just sitting there
as if she was paying
a regular lady visit
to someone
she continued sitting there
for weeks
as if pretending
that things were normal
like clouds that kept
on changing their clustering
or babies being born
or dust accumulated
she changed in color
eventually
became paler
less noticeable against
the bland hue of the air
conditioner
she sat there firm
and out of respect
for her zest to appear
self-sufficient
I let her
remain
Cold Feet
to feel
at own wedding party
here you are
forty and done
life unwraps smooth
wife globularly
attractive baby
on the way
to hell with
aspirations still around
what if I'm
that great
poet musician
remarkable
human being
unique what if
reverse the tape
back to misery
hugging air
asleep aspirations
looming large
every cursory glance
taken for recognition
fear fear
despair
roll it back
let the grief
have its ordinary
feast
now go dance
to warm up the feet
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