Spectacle

10 Aug

Her Father and Her – Adam Green

I shook the spectacle,

and it took me by the hair and sat me down.

Calm him down.

Calm down that man in his head.

The days of rain and plastic leaves.

The time i stuck that stuff on sleeves.

imissit imissit imissit

The dust and stone stairs, bay views and warehouse ruins.

Now I’m all caught up in the spectacle.

It’s respectable.

It’s applaudable.

In the crowd,

the crash,

we’re inaudible.

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