London yourself
Jesuit transcripts
before the stairs
those stairs gave me Material Seal Theory
money keeps getting evil
the piling up
the other people
stop going to bed
stop facing the wall
low volume radio
white desk
towel halved in two
feet and van
fixed positon twenty-four hour street webcam preserving the blue building lights
my skin pulled between the eyes

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4 Responses to There

  1. Charley says:

    No one’s responded to this! What the hell! Wake up, people! This is it. Brilliant… absolutely brilliant.

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  2. Surrealism & stream consciousness. You build a world of superb! poetic feel of what poetry should be. The visuals in this is incredible. 🙂

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