Blue Music Dream, Poetics

almost places no.2

I am not what you see and hear,

a truly unparalleled slinger of shit.

Like some sort of animal with something in its mouth.

The urinal trickles behind the voices’ small echoes.

And who could not love that special and leonine roar of a public toilet?

Where I will be detained as long as I do not respond to questions

and then, when I do respond to questions, I will be sedated.

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