AFTER BEING TURNED
OUT AT WICK HOUSE
The gears that run the gearwheel turning are
seen to be always in motion. A grease, like a
spittle, is shagged about - leaking down,
running over, loosening its viscous hold.
All things run loosely, slobbering with
stealth before breaking down.
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The grand foyer held a portrait of Lafayette.
Why him? I'll never really know that. I
think it's more as decor than anything else.
No chamberpot in the erstwhile bath
ever held his water or waste. The
chubby girl with whom I talked
pronounced his name, oddly,
'Lafiatte'. Who really knows?
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He's never been heard on recording,
never spoken on a phone, never watched
movies in mourning, 'Gone With the Wind'
'Revolutionary Road'. This whole modern
jangle of nervous things would have
broken him down anyway.
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I asked a few questions, and they
turned me out as 'profane and
rude.' It was quite alright with
me, I was late anyway. Checking
my George Washington-faced watch,
I saw it was 4pm and they wanted
to leave for the day.
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