When I suck on the mint I have
The sensation that there is a hotel
In my chest and it is my duty
To clean the linens and vacuum
The hallways which are lined
With Louis Quatorze mirrors.
The guests wear red tights
And smoke tobacco from the colonies.
When they fall asleep they evaporate
So I am left with these flame-shaped curtains.
I draw a bath and snuff the candle.
I am so bored with feeling.
|Steam of the Exterior
I am watching the steam come off
A team of oxen grunting
In the cold spring morning.
Soon it will snow.
Tomorrow I have to have a tooth removed
And the snow will melt
And the cold spring morning
Will be perfect for working the team of grunting oxen.
I'll watch the steam come off.
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