woensdag 26 december 2012

Recluse

From the freezing attic,
from the greasy mouths
out of the cold,
out of clarity,
train of thoughts
rolling on, rolling on and on,
cesspool of brain waste,
rolicking vomiting,
a borderline burial
of this monastery family,
revolt, evolve, break loose,
move away, enjoy, repay
any day now any tomorrow,
follow the signs, sharpen a pencil, strike a pose,
history's written in the concrete stars,
audition to fit in,
no doubt,
no dish,
no dogs,
no vanity.

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