DARK MATTER
Negative royalty is eating crabs and watermelon,
flank steaks and marble cake. We need not lift a
finger. Catalogue the bromides, my own leige and
lief. I am the matter made of flesh and blood.
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Outside the doorway, the crippled mayor is
walking his dog. He is unaffected by and earth
with its currents : of air, of things. Of light or dark.
His uncredited dog is in his walk-on role. Insipid. Lame.
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Can we, can we, stop and talk, pass the time of day?
No, no, I must be going. No, no not like this at all.
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