les arts interrogatifs

giggling from too little

non-EU christiania hasish

i missed my mark

you

as i javelined

leftover smørrebrød

into a green rubbish bin

leaned a perfect something degree

for the greater comfort

of cyclists

wrapped in

aurora

contentment.

stockholm was

cold but

you

were colder

the picture of

health (first world)

i heard you accidentally

took pictures of the interior

of the darkrooms

at the berghain

(a couple were lying

bored out of their skulls

in a corner)

enlighten me.

under flaubert’s

large round table

in mahogany

i saw it

a kitty bowl

of arsenic.

 

 

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