the parade

the waving of the hands, the wriggling of the
limbs in the putrid whiteness,
the mouth without words, the eyes without
light–
such a farce, never a farce such as this!
boulevards of human piss on parade!
look at them!
look!
god, I’m going to puke out my battered damned
heart at the sight of them!
these awful disgusting creatures posing as
this or that–
a president, a bathing beauty, a bus driver,
a professor, a dentist…
Christ, stop it!
the walls are falling!
this darkness shakes me like a dirty rag!
human piss on parade throughout the
centuries!
why am I the last one alive?
there’s no answer to
that.

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