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Experiences
1
the greek’s basement
coffee bar
where I owe nothing except money
my room
like a cell only there’s
too much freedom
today the clouds are aluminium
& the sky’s underside
greasy blue
2
yr lipstick sunrises
& fucking philosophies
H isn’t a woman
3
first
last
are nothing
I’m not interested
in moments of eternity
I’m here
I’m 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
.
I’m 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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