Crumpled plastic bottle in the street under the worn out van with the family inside half of them left inside half of them left outside somewhere under the dirt is that how it's been referred has been referred to these days? These days what has been has been nothing but a has been what has been has been a has been what has been has been tried has been tried out what has been has been tried out in the air closing its filthy mouth into a rotting edge between the dust and the clouds dust clouds smirking along grinding feet to a halt nothing gained by it nothing has been gained by it nothing but a has been has been a has been has been referred to these days the same referrals same these days same lines these same days pile upon pile piled up from age to age can't lick its age away from between the legs the tongue and the worn out van and the tongue worn out licking trying to reject anything out from within the reeking space from dying tooth to dying tooth spread further apart in the reeking space from dying tooth to dying tooth spread further apart from each other in the reeking space what has been has been nothing but a has been what a has been in this reeking space is that how it's been referred to these days? same these days the same referrals same lines rotting edge between the dust and the clouds dust clouds smirking along grinding feet to a halt nothing gained by it nothing has been gained by it nothing but a has been has been a has been nothing but a has been.
"They're running down."
These days these eyes and their contents bamboozled by the knobs and the switches and the plugs and the read out reading one's way on and out out the fucking door down the fucking hall to the next door dead door no lock no key not even a handle just part of the building and the hall that leads to it away from it back and forth to it and there it comes again the eyes and the throat it's the two of them that have been so involved with each other most knew about it could see it hear and ask about them talk about them and their running down these days these eyes and their contents bamboozled by the knobs and the switches and the plugs and the read out reading one's way on and out out the fucking the fucking reading one's way on and out that too was on its way and out.
They're running down.
These days these eyes and their contents leaving their date stamp stamping their date of birth running down the front as its makeup running down these days these eyes and their contents leaving their date stamp stamping their date of birth running down the front as its makeup running down these days these eyes and their contents tried it out on the thin ones sitting at the park table while turning the corner around the brick bathroom with the large strange bugs on the concrete floor might not have been bugs might have just been the thin ones and the not so thin ones and their waste missing the holes in the floor in the ground holes in the world keep missing those and stay out and about where the holes underneath send their cracks out too painstakingly sent out across the paved sluggish monotone cemetery shopping motors blocked.
Resulting resulting then in being blocked up. Going to rub again until the redness which has been nothing but a has been what has been has been a has been and has been on the mind running down they're running down letting down their knotted strands of wanting wanting to get together with another broken body and replace this one after the other one replaces this one after this one has been nothing but a has been what has been has been a has been and has been on the mind running down they're running down letting down their knotted strands of wanting wanting to turn off and turn over toward the edge on the other side of the edge between the dust and the clouds dust clouds smirking along grinding feet to a halt nothing gained by it nothing has been gained by it nothing but a has been has been a has been has been referred to these days the same referrals same these days same lines these same days pile upon pile piled up from age to age can't lick its age away from between the legs the tongue and the worn out van and the tongue worn out licking trying to reject anything out from within the reeking space from dying tooth to dying tooth spread further apart in the reeking space from dying tooth to dying tooth spread further apart from each other in the reeking space what has been has been nothing but a has been what a has been in this reeking space is that how it's been referred to these days? same these days the same referrals same lines rotting edge between the dust and the clouds dust clouds smirking along grinding feet to a halt nothing gained by it nothing has been gained by it nothing but a has been has been a has been nothing but a has been.
They're running down.
They're running down frozen into position for running down corners turned or drilled into with fingers running down frozen into position for running down corner turned or drilled into with fingers running down frozen sides sides frozen into each other's appearance keeping up appearances that have been running down letting down their knotted strands with her remission letting down the extra attachments of her illness caught from attachments forced open she was so open so often forced open by the holes underneath send their cracks out too painstakingly sent out across the paved sluggish monotone cemetery shopping motors blocked up resulting resulting then in being blocked up blocked up with results results pouring out running down smoking out into the air smoking out the deserters and turning them around for the long turnaround around corners of brick bathrooms in the hot days these days these hot days these hot mess days blinking between a boy and an old congested man. She held her eyes open couldn't measure a moment doesn't count doesn't doesn't count then with the rest of the results resulting resulting then in being blocked up. That's how it's been referred to these days. That's how it's been painted these days these hot days these hot mess days all the time couldn't measure a moment doesn't count all the while still smoking out the deserters all the while deserting the smoked out these hot mess day these days these eyes and their contents bamboozled by the knobs and the switches and the plugs and the read out reading one's way on and out out the fucking door down the fucking hall to the next door dead door no lock no key not even a handle just part of the building and the hall that leads to it away from it back and forth to it and there it comes again the eyes and the throat it's the two of them that have been so involved with each other most knew about it could see it hear and ask about them talk about them and their running down these days these eyes and their contents bamboozled by the knobs and the switches and the plugs and the read out reading one's way on and out out the fucking the fucking reading one's way on and out that too was on its way and out.
She returned around the corner the corner of the brick bathroom eyes open gagging on a pathetic washing down of the pathetic blinking between a boy and an old congested man. Why did she turn off the coffee pot halfway done? A habit that emerged along with her head as it fell out of her mother's lips choking out the ash to the dust joining the first silhouette standing outside the door clicking lips licking buttons no drop-down options just a dropping down a letting down. They're running down following in mother's grinding feet to a halt choking out the ash to the dust mother's tightened eyes.
They're running down.
They're running down her tightened eyes.
Running down melting makeup hard face rigid road difficult skin formidable unyielding words that prefaced that introduced that outlined along her body emerging as a habit along with her head as it fell out of her mother's lips choking out the ash to the dust joining the first silhouette standing outside the door clicking lips licking buttons no drop-down options just a dropping down a letting down. They're running down following in mother's grinding feet to a halt choking out the ash to the dust mother's tightened eyes.
They're running down her tightened eyes.
Running down melting makeup hard face rigid road difficult skin formidable unyielding words hardened until they are caught running down her tightened eyes blinking between a boy and an old congested man can't make up a deflating mind smoking out from the upper floors with darker stories can't make up a deflating mind filled with silhouettes smoking out the deserters choking out the ash to the dust where the wanting dries and cracks from hole to hole along the paved sluggish monotone cemetery shopping motors blocked up resulting resulting then in being blocked up. Going to rub again until the redness which has been nothing but a has been what has been has been a has been and has been on the mind running down they're running down letting down their knotted strands of wanting wanting to turn off to deflate wanting words to deflate to make some sound as they deflate pinching lips to pierce silhouettes standing in the doorway wanting words to make some sound stretched into a scream spread into grunts want to tell about the boy or the old man can't make up this deflating mind deflating they're running down along with the boy to the old man and what what she said about the old man and what she said about what the old man said about the boy said about her about her the boy to the old man about her what she said about the old man said about the boy said about the old man said about the boy and what it was about the old man said when he was a boy and what he said he should have said to his old man about what he thought about his old man saying what he thought someone thought he should say to someone he thought was responsible for the line that had been so long had been so slow for the line he had been sent on might have been sent might not have been sent might have been sent to the thin ones or the not so thin ones might have just been the thin ones and the not so thin ones and their waste missing the holes in the floor in the ground holes in the world keep missing those and stay out and about where the holes underneath send their cracks out too painstakingly sent out across the paved sluggish monotone cemetery shopping motors blocked.
Going to rub again until the redness which has been nothing but a has been what has been has been a has been and has been on the mind running down they're running down letting down their knotted strands of wanting wanting to turn off to deflate wanting words to deflate to make some sound as they deflate pinching lips to pierce silhouettes standing in the doorway wanting words to make some sound stretched into a scream spread into grunts want to tell about the boy or the old man can't make up this deflating mind deflating they're running down along with the boy to the old man and what what she said about the old man and what she said about what the old man said about the boy said about her about her mother and her tightened eyes that missed her and where she dropped down dropping down letting down their knotted strands of wanting wanting to turn off to deflate wanting words to deflate.
- Max Stoltenberg
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