Wednesday, 22 April 2020

Kaffeeklatsch on Sedamplatz

Show yourself, you callous fuck… 
was his prod to the purposely blurry. 

How much the mostly guys, are costing us? He gob asked and head shook

to the smell of burning laughter as
another pointless shower counts the cost

of the part spun, half done brainwash. 
His requirements were notes on a pizza box 

and a dry cigarette, his adamants
felt the ease of their flaneurial disease

and in his boys' broken down urchin shirt, 
he saw bistro chairs snap over contract

with the air of permanent flair, normally reserved for the undeserved out there.

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