poem – WW –

Willy Worm, the squidgy one
was playful, and obsolete
alone in the drill
with sand and ice cream
a stranger
memory-spun cobweb
on the wall
a bedsit in Bohemia
Ella on the radio

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
die
talk cycles and problems
new drama

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

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