by yossarian hunter
i tidied up a bit for Ur arrival. (i still remember that U like to break things off neat.) i had to have something semi-clean to wear so i left the dishes for later, ran a broom across part of the floor. i rinsed a (thin) layer of film from my own crown of thorns. half of the glass bottle metropolis has been removed from the table, the other half stands tall, so that struggle may sing. [twelve bar blues in the key of locked out] iâ€™d fix the hole leaking through the roof but fear iâ€™d find U, my own little wasp, waiting on a nest beneath a shingle. i am a house (falling down.) U are a snapshot(, the ghost of an illusion.)
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The second stanza is especially great. I was listening to John Lee Hooker while reading this and it complimented it. Nice one.