when he could

be a painter

be a trawler

energy efficient

run run run

to the bed

make

the kitchen

like a bustle

there’s noise

a lump that touched lips

some poppers

and in the forehead someone’s

shoe

zone

and then he landed without a

small thick decree

little fatness

not a function

cry and shout

for the sanction

cries

and be careful about the smell