MICROWAVELENGTH

Bloodshot eyes squinted as knees bent as the bug slipped its flatbed under the microwave. As for coverage as for cover as for not being able to reach much else lately the coffee mug was under pressure as its top capping things off breathed like an ill dog as its dying lungs took it and three working, if you can actually describe it in that way, legs for another reheating that would have its fade its moment evaporate into the dust of existence. 


Within maybe is that where it is emerging towards toward up the ladder somewhere in the garage that corner of the garage by the table covered maybe within maybe is that where it is emerging towards toward up the ladder somewhere in the garage that corner of the garage by the table covered as for coverage as for cover not being able to reach much else lately much else service for a waistband for a threading of some of this here has been dumped out back for waiting for those to call them don’t know who to call not OK apparently not to know how to go about it funny thing once did. 


Meanwhile back to the bug bump on the back of the bump big bump how long has that been there not OK apparently not to know how to go about it funny thing once did. Only just now putting some things together leaves dead leaves together with yellow fingers together in a pile putting things some things together for picking up sorting away disposing of it before the wind in the wind when is where it will whip around from the back of the bump big bump how long has that been there not OK apparently not to know how to go about it funny thing once did. 


Meanwhile back to the bump backed up the toilet has been backed up where is the broken suction with the duct tape to provide more suction provide now there’s a sound of an image taking all other images with it as the bug slips its flatbed under the microwave provided that provide now there was a sound replaced by silence replaced by shit festering somehow does something to silence call it looking why call anything anything? 


Meanwhile back to the backed up toilet backed up tobacco caking up the pipe tailpipe fucked by weeds the interior has been ripped out of the skeleton of it yards away fields away deserted deserts away impaled by the earth as for silence as for the soundtrack of the breeze sliding through its remains advertising some kind of return as it could be called and is called return to whatever it’s called stop calling why call anything anything? 




- Max Stoltenberg