25.vii.22
931
3.204
failed dawn
remember Mayakovski
I write to you,
o world
wonder how to
say it all
the various conditions
objective,
otherwise
resistances
taste of water
the great
historic sleeps
never would have
guessed
I wish to murder
everyone
but it passes
don’t worry
hold knife to my
own throat
the level field
where we have
fallen
the forest
griefs
(these
nominative case
… at the other
end of the clause)
a series of poor
decisions
deal with what
is on the way
to may be
get little
attention
hell sometimes
myself
no need of the
others
we are unnatural
disasters
no one sees me
as high risk
some things will
require just my death
join a mighty
throng
fire inside
and little
engine I
you won’t know
what’s a plea
go back!
go back!
one little pill
what a
difference
all sing
a little of the
light reveals
just how far we
are
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