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Outsmarted


The night is populated
by Rorschach blotches

The day is a blind spot

The sky is a hollow-eyed watchman

Rumours travel rivers and paths

Migraine falls out like radioactive waste

The inner workings
of ceilings and roofs
are interfaces
between people and crows

Metabolism bubbles and growls
through intestines and marshes

Even Herbert von Karajan is a pastime

All you see of god
is his dwindling back, hunching off

The mirrors are all covered

Fighter jets are scrambled,
the stations manned,
Nebraska silos smoking,
the fingertip of anger on the button,
breath kept on hold

Now is a very small place

Your looks are all over your face

No one can make out your gaze

You're one of the last of your race




Fri vers (Fri form) av Ingvar Loco Nordin VIP
Läst 15 gånger
Publicerad 2022-09-08 14:02



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