Bedsit in Bohemia
Ella on the radio
Cobweb on the wall

Our pact was friendless
a room for sex
love that screwed the senses
a self-reflection
timeless industry –
but what of this life?
this moment
– a vacuum

Danger is close to zen
You dispose            move on
let indoor plants
talk cycles and problems
new drama

Put on your robes
list your teachers
I know who you are

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Sat by the raindropped window
looking out
I can't believe your letter
I read your desperation
not pleasing
but your address
why did you move there?
I know that place
and you will go through hell
before you can get away

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