Bauhaus

 

" . . . And for your noble work no payment claim
            Your art alone your wage."

                                                Boris L. Pasternak

 

The toilet bowls of my proud eye
Dissolve papermills in the night fright
They are witnesses to the podium,
They watch the negatives of my
Furniture shop heroics.

They will fail, somehow.
Every time they look at their watches
There will be a warning for gods to not
Heed the con traffic of correction fluid hopes,
The eternity of tiled roofs in the tired

Deceptions of a wider-vased architecture.
Oh they may not understand a flag
Signal you might send.
But the entire purchase for their souls
Will stampede a polish on theirr cries

Till the keys over theirr new accumulation
Tick off roman candles,
Knock off the hardwood of a head
Intent on its announcements,
Pry for brevet—

Whether it’s true the weather of
Life’s air-conditioning circuits
Are going to fall on us more increases
I do not know.
I am only the Supervisor.

 

 

 

 

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