Listening to Bach’s B Minor Mass in the kitchen - by
Finally, I’m done with the phone calls and everything else
/ and when I switch on the radio it feels like lying…
Finally, I’m done with the phone calls and everything else
/ and when I switch on the radio it feels like lying…
dead still
/
/ no nervous skull-shakes
/ or scuttle-pecks
/
/ still
/
/ hiding in doorway shadows
/ as sun slides
/ like a drunkard
/ down dull bricks
/
/ head still
/
/ a single slice of bread
/ hollowed out…
On a grey morning
/ I walk the streets downtown,
/ the fog cuts into my burning eyes,
/ it cuts into my throat,
/ and is cold…
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