Boda
when was it that I first
heard thunder?
Anxiety is just another
form of self-discovery
between the echoing of
Chairs in the Boda museum
I give up on Ionesco
deciding to eavesdrop on
the Brits instead
marble, marble, marble
I’m tired of all this marble
it’s so obvious
when am I going to
see it covered in snow?
not until Phaeton
comes crashing back down
if he does I’ll be sure
to have a chisel
in these Italian hands
the only tradition that
still has a shred of
integrity is Art
(I forgot to ask the Brits
if they were Smiths)
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