big town blues (ii) ::
pupate

there is the sphere
there
there is the wrinkle
there

the surface
the wrinkle
your life
there

it's the wrong wrinkle
it's old like the scoundrels next door
it's the wrong wrinkle
pupate

pupate
the planet
the sphere's a sac
pupate

blue and green and gas
the sphere
there

pupate

image: poem

2K7:9

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big town blues (i)
that was this morning
my grey is a coat
bikini hotel
up the kriek
dinxle
small empire of life
lobby watch
that is you luxembourgers' fault

big town blues (ii)
degraded stress
since the day is wasted
the conversatiee
veer horizon
pupate
sea picture
it's process
the vibrate




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