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like kaf-

ka no-
one can stand the sounds stan-
ding up head out the win-
dow get-
ting a-
long on feet most-
ly fa-
shion in parts like pa-
ris ap-
pa-
rent-
ly some-
times you on-
ly feel it in the su-
burbs in the sun-
light it chan-
ges & how can we use oth-
ers lives to get strong-
er when you move there like kaf-
ka no-
one can un-
der-
stand it the words dont sit with the bo-
dy & twelve years la-
ter de-
ci-
ding you want a chi-
hua-
ha in the mor-
ning strong & black like kaf-
ka with the ro-
mance ta-
ken out break-
down non-
life a-
head & thats what you do let it get dar-
ker & then co-
ming back to the text you re-
write it au-
to-
ma-
ti-
cal-
ly as if free from the pub-
lic ser-
vice jobs are bad ha-
bits so is su-
gar or rea-
ding a-
vai-
la-
ble in one strong draught from a chi-
nese doc-
tor like kaf-
ka this is where we part com-
pa-
ny & like e-
li-
ot & like bre-
ton it all as-
cends in-
to e-
le-
gy theres so lit-
tle re-
spect to have since that ge-
ne-
ra-
tion dis-
persed look the o-
ther way or-
der a foc-
ca-
ci-
a be-
gin to per-
ceive why a-
ny-
one stays the plea-
sures un-
cer-
tain the men con-
tra-
dic-
to-
ry & the wo-
men in-
de-
scri-
ba-
ble & the pla-
ces have a mark like clothes hang-
ing in your bed-
room a glance back at a way of be-
ing when hap-
pi-
ness came less ea-
si-
ly or was the sum-
mer more in-
tense & what seemed bro-
ken at the be-
gin-
nings now sha-
ping it-
self in-
to worth-
while hunks & e-
ve-
ry-
things like e-
ve-
ry-
thing else mixed up in the haze on the ho-
ri-
zon

Originally published in thou sand by Tinfish Press.

 

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