From the poem ‘the house of luminosity’. #729 v:5 Hand-written text on lined paper.
You sneezed a grim ejecta from your heavy lungs
and coughed,
you smeared your face with soot and ash,
your banner, held aloft.
‘rapunzel’ painting for the poem, ‘the house of luminosity’.
The killing starts at six o’clock,
I hope you brought a gun,
you’re smug enough to shrug in your
democracy for one.
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My glasses fog with every breath,
I see how lost you are,
we waited while the lumpy muppet
smoked a cheap cigar.
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