Knob now in the shoe
Cracking balls
of feet
Losing interest
in
what was
an it
of some
sort
Dead roaches fill pockets
Falling out along with
pens
Don't think this will be
Of any use to anyone
Walking down hallways
Of whatever building
happens to be the compensating
chewing of the tongue
at the time
for squinting
Is this what is wanted?
Nothing is wanted
until another sign
is pinned into the skin
wear that
wear this
until the smell
gets a room
of lonely small
shrinking back
sneezing forwards
these lines
dusty lines
thin and thin hairs
only triggered
by the desperate fingers
of the expiring wind
- Max Stoltenberg
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