CROWD SPITE

Room of excess
Waste of space
Extra waste
Crushed in
Steady there here is it
Take a pen and stick it in the glass of wine
The pen the glass of wine


Swirling in the blood of the dark
No business of this all that
For all that channels air and dirt
Bouncing along necks break in folded pieces
Collapsing mirrors
Nothing re-emerges
But wait


Still
Wait
Kidding aside all stupid seriousness aside
Inside of the lungs burning with the pulse
Of something that calls itself someone
Large venus flytrap of a reproductive blossom
Opening onto an audience engulfed
Curtains


Was that so bad?
No business of this all that
For all that channels air and dirt
Bouncing along necks break in folded pieces
Collapsing mirrors
Nothing re-emerges
But wait


A little faster this time
Here it comes again
No
Not yet destined for the center stage
Of the abundant overflowing sewer
Settling down
Well trained for this all that
All that business
Denied 
Chiding mouths gnawing on the bark
Of the tree in the grass
Dying and transplanted
In the rocks
For all that channels air and dirt
Bouncing along necks break in folded pieces
Collapsing mirrors
Nothing re-emerges
But wait


Even faster now
No nothing re-emerges
All that business 
Denied denials
Confessions signing 
Double ply forms
Wiping that expressionless look
Of all that faces away
Away towards the ocean
Poured into the bottom of it
Here it comes again

No
Not yet destined for the center stage
Of the abundant and overflowing sewer
Settling down
Well trained for this all that
All that business
Denied 
Chiding mouths gnawing on the bark
Of the tree in the grass
Dying and transplanted
In the rocks
For all that channels air and dirt
Bouncing along necks break in folded pieces
Collapsing mirrors
Nothing re-emerges
But wait


Here it comes 
No nothing
Here it
just


waits




- Max Stoltenberg