BETWEEN OUTBURSTS

Waiting is all the more awkward as the flushing of the throat runs on and on and beyond into the wall of the winter coat of the next person here for the moment the  occasion lifting curtains and silhouettes revealing the yanking of the chain.  Continues on the flushing with its inconclusive gurgling prolonging the oppressiveness of sound.  Still photography is plastered with the gore of animation slogging through a mud of humiliation. Another star is witnessed re-entering the atmosphere as their shields heat up as they crash down among the winter coats as a spotlight remains focused on the leaky plumbing of their latest utterance.  


Weeds shit wind winter wind against the winter coat of the next person here for the moment the occasion lifting curtains and silhouettes revealing the yanking of the chain.  Of the chain yanked while waiting waiting while in line waiting in line.  Line up crash down another star is witnessed re-entering the atmosphere as their shields heat up as they crash down among the winter coats embedded among the bricks of the wall between winter coats as a spotlight remains focused on the leaky plumbing of their latest utterance leaky plumbing dripping slower continues on the flushing of the throat yanking of the chain lifting curtains and silhouettes yanking of the chain.  Of the chain yanked while waiting waiting while in line waiting in line. Line up crash down another star is witnessed re-entering the atmosphere as their shields heat up heat weeds shit summer heat hot wind blowing hot dirt blowing against the dark summer window screens where eyes that cannot be seen look out upon the lifting of curtains and silhouettes revealing the yanking of the chain. Of the chain yanked while waiting waiting while in line waiting in line.  Lining up crashing down among the dark window screens embedded among the bricks of the wall between dark window screens where eyes that cannot be seen look out upon the lifting of curtains and silhouettes revealing the yanking of the chain.  Of the chain yanked while waiting waiting while in line waiting in line.  Lining up crashing down in a shower of little stars that stab or shoot back in eyes that can no longer remain squeezed so tightly closed forced open weeds shit summer heat all still there as the flushing continues gurgling inconclusive in what does not come together nor what does not come apart only to leak and slog embedded among the bricks of the wall in winter and summer embedded among the bricks of the wall.




- Max Stoltenberg