salt on the bird’s tail

I’m alone and dirty
too many slops flowed upon me from different noises/ televised flooding/
preschool children trampling the ceiling/ kitchen chairs dragged on the floor/
different barricades as old as the fall of Bastille/ nighttime squeaks/ verbal dueling
in front of unwanted witnesses
in my room someone plays Agnus Dei on clavichord/ the improvised silence of the lambs
I got earwax growing deep like horny skin grows on farmers’ hands
it’s natural
no one respects the moon and twopence
no one respects a transparent human being/ throughout whom you can see his embryo heart
I am greasy and dirty like the world’s rump
and the sun sings cock-a-doodle-doo
damn it

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