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Bob Orr


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Experiences

          1

the greekís basement
coffee bar
where I owe nothing except money

        my room
like a cell only thereís
too much freedom
today the clouds are aluminium
& the skyís underside
greasy blue

          2

yr lipstick sunrises
& fucking philosophies
H isnít a woman

          3

first
last
are nothing

Iím not interested
in moments of eternity

Iím here
Iím somewhere
else

          4

today the refuse disposal
men are collecting unburnable
garbage
          . . .  . . .  . . .

my own burnt
pieces of emotion

          5

my doomsday book
is the acknowlegement
of a new day

          .

the cylinder
of my existence
blows open

          .

petroleum fumes
lie hot & hazy
over the city

          .

the litebulb is not the sun

          .

Iím learning more all the
time abt reality

          6

at nites the
huge neon sign
flashes its redness
across the wall

like the negative
of an experience

boarding house
        emotions

 

© Bob Orr


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Last updated 11 May 2001