angst cycle (iii)
[ε] (iv)

where does the brumstorm
come from

i do remember
once led on
il y a vingt ans
ou plus

and we had this final meeting
she said
if i asked
she consent

so i asked
and she said
bloody no

so i said
fuck this
and fucked off

avoided her
crossed streets
forgot her
all i remember now
is my anger
at her sadism
her duplicity

it’s the same brumstorm
different girl of course

i think
i’ll sit
on this island
build a hut
out of the plastic
that packages
pretend the traffic

you misunderstand
just pretend the traffic
like pretending jam
in an empty jar

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