take care

If you happen to live in the Tower of Babel, by all means avoid
The northern wall around the 1124th floor, bird shit graffiti
Unfit for a Rorschach test, burning elevator buttons
And the wine in the restaurants that smells
Like something from prenatal experience, an example
Of an idol forgotten in the sky.
Winged hamsters are prone to keep something sinister and sticky in their pouches.
Thank all the languages I don’t know, celestial seas
With hordes of black drowned choppers floating around
Don’t supply any food to the tables.
The involuntary patrons contemplate lidded chalices for hours.
What is the higher purpose of air? – might a waitress ask you casually.


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