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needles needling needlessly with little thread... or much of anything else...

(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Friday, March 04, 2005

FROZEN PEANUTS 


Trying to burn some peanuts
they’ve been stuck in the freezer for weeks
and they’re not that good
no more
they burn a bit going down
like right at the throat
on top in the back
a little taste of charcoal
remains.

Frozen peanuts
for the gentleman sitting in that chair
over there.

Frozen peanuts
for the dog sleeping on the orange couch
in the living room.

Frozen peanuts
for the lady singing on the radio
in echoed bloom.

Frozen peanuts
for all the crazy people walking on the streets
of the city.

Frozen peanuts burning down my throat
in the city after dark
and all is quiet
even the neighbor’s dogs...

Amazing.
Posted by: François Pointeau / 19:19
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