A TILE APPROACH

I eat shit. The dust and sand get into my mouth thanks to the hot shitty wind. The hot shitty wind blows around the dust and sand that have settled on the shit on the ground. I eat shit.  I he sat moved on toward the was looking around the terrain building room the room on one of the upper floors on one of the floors on the way up there ended up being more further up past the room at the stairwell hearing those footsteps echoing in the room the walls did that repeating the ups and downs and had nothing to say soundless where there was nowhere to go except no exceptions but burrowing into the gaps filling up with the infected ways of looking at things that stood still and were breaking down on the inside built up by empty canned sayings bled onto footsteps echoing in the room the walls did that repeating the ups and downs and had nothing to say soundless where there was nowhere to go like I he did he moved toward the wall that sometimes echoed sometimes whispered he wouldn't tell anyone except those who know already they had their ways of knowing of information.

On the other hand on the other side sometimes whispered sometimes echoed on this side in this head his head less of that later has a hole in it and that's how there must be less of that later if anything left later and there will be enough of it to annoy the most foolish listener looking for whatever and a whatever to your fucking face and you heard that probably.  Probably not only saw you scratch your head washed it lately?  I stick it in the toilet now and again. And again do it again for the bottomless amusement it bestows upon the eyes that widen the smiles that curl into a sweaty mustache of pubic threads of condescension.  There is a bottom to amusement and there is a backdoor to trust ten nine was when they looked at each other eight smirking to each other over the man growing smaller by the seven stupid answers to make them laugh over wooden chairs and desks six it was stolen five that's what happens when I count try to take an inventory of things laying in the sand as it runs out through that hole less of that later has a hole in it on this side in this head his head that head heading for the glass an invisible thickness for keeping things in and out fucked either way less of that later or more if it annoys those annoyances that have to sit down again the air has been turned off over all those brief weekends and running out of it slowly ever since less of that later is that what was meant by by whatever up to the glass the tile the wall and the whispering starts up once more or just continues a background or sideways din for leaning all that steel and glass fell reunited into another acronym a vacuum cleaner several floors high or complexes long or stories downloading indefinitely sucking the redundant juices out of you and spitting them in a glass invisible thickness for keeping things in and out fucked either way time to wipe the crack the gap filled in they fill in all the gaps no room for anything except that whispering steel falling clattering rumbling stomach sit down wipe they fill in all the gaps no room for anything except that whispering steel falling clattering shattering did she hit him over the head with something finally no it was him she can't hear her speak up I know it's him it's me waiting with the glass invisible thickness keeping things in and out either way was that her him probably stirring both their voices slosh against the rim there is another rim even on that side on the other hand even there.

"Why does she do it?" I ask. No, he asks. "Why do you do it?" he asks himself. No, he asks her after asking himself after tugging on a bunch of tangled wires. "Why do I do what?" she asks after losing her train of thought something having to do with she loses it again when this doesn't help. "Why do you put yourself?" he loses his train of thought after pausing too long to try to put it into words find the words when this ear comes away from the wall and the pacing starts continues for space a little bit of space from the invisible thickness no place just rims bumping against each other. Stepped on a spot that squished with extension where eyes cross and necks try not to stick out change the subject or skip ahead spoil her disappearance betray her footprints up and down the stairs echoing whispering, "because I don't know I don't know because it might be that I can't defend myself because I didn't defend myself by staying put or putting myself last dense tissue on both sides pressed in the middle by the structures internal and external until you just wait lock yourself in and confine yourself to only go beyond one locked door at a time while you hover over your own stink and wait until the complaints run out will they run out and my latest belonging will have expired?"

How did she get it? Who gave it to her? "Why does she do it?" I ask. No, he asks. "Why do you do it?" he asks himself. No, he asks her after asking himself after tugging on a bunch of tangled wires. "Why do I do what?" she asks after losing her train of thought something having to do with she loses it again when this doesn't help. "Why do you put yourself?" he loses his train of thought after pausing too long to try to put it into words find the words when this ear comes away from the wall and the pacing starts continues for space a little bit of space from the invisible thickness no place just rims bumping against each other. Stepped on a spot that squished with extension where eyes cross and necks try not to stick out change the subject or skip ahead spoil her disappearance betray her footprints up and down the stairs echoing whispering. "Why do I do what?" she asks after losing her train of thought something having to do with she loses it again when this doesn't help. "Why do you put yourself?" he loses his train of thought after pausing too long to try to put it into words find the words when this ear comes away from the wall and the pacing starts continues for space a little bit of space from the invisible thickness no place just rims bumping against each other.


- Max Stoltenberg