False north tied to
epoxy wings
flapping about inside
one's ears
sounds sounds
unclear for today
tomorrow's portions
of leftovers
greening and browning
with webs of discrepancies
been there before
been here
not as certain
as was originally thought
oars in the soup sloshing onto the crotch
supposing to demolish
distanced by fantasy
talk to the palm and the thumb muscle
flexing in the scraping
of the TV tray abandoned
by the empty room's forgetfulness
very bad paste stuck to the ceiling
where your stuck out neck
is stuck
dust from the fan
blanketing the landscape
of your demoralization
what did the dog say?
almost like a profanity
or an apology that it is
rehearsing for us
more gas escaping
out over its fur
depending on the chatter
of forced enrollment
bitter rims of packages
licked with the tongues
peeking over mouths
spilling embarrassment
and unbelieved memories
erased in withholding
- Max Stoltenberg
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