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John Cage Indeterminacy Play at Kumlins

Bells toll

The paving stones vibrate,
ever so little

Fatsos stumble past,
their thin bodies hiding
inside corpses layered
in numerous pounds of pure fat

I have dream left-overs
in my ears,
whispering truths
I don't yet understand

I see some women
who could glorify
ten minutes, here and there...

Little brats in sweaty white shirts
fan out in small bands
from their Shitville exams
on the 10th of June

I can sit here at the street café
and let it all play out,
nice and easy,
the breaths of wind of summer
tripping lightly on my skin

Everyone I see
are the results of an intercourse

I let it all play out
on the town square;
Shakespeare plays,
or better: John Cage
Indeterminacy plays,
hour after hour,
while the shadows slowly move
from the east to the west
across the paving stones,
which are all banged down
into the earth, standing
shoulder to shoulder
while the involuntary
and unawares actors
walk the line
and I watch
from the first row
at Kumlins' Café,

at the far end
of a generation gap

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Publicerad 2021-06-11 00:07

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