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7 Stuck unto my right cheek; This pain in mosses Rooted in clusters to the bark of my soul In a nightmare I live My true life In a nightmare From which kings and sultans awake To say It was just a dream PSYCHOLOCAUST Maggots squirm In a mentality Scavenged on By cupidity-hyenas Mice scuttle On the floor Of a thinking, littered With the gnawed, shredded remnants Of banknote stowaways Eels of ill: They swim-a-wriggle In the reeking currents Of blue blood And in the world Of reason You and I get along 8 Very like Von Trotha and the Herero MY NEIGHBOURHOOD In my neighbourhood They retreat crookedly ahead And straight backwards They advance So therefore In my neighbourhood You must move ahead to the rear At the front In my neighbourhood There are men whose hands Hang down their left shoulders and vice versa Just as if The creator erred over them And they eye you Longing In dead earnest To dine On your entrails So therefore You must walk crookedly ahead in my neighbourhood Making sure Your toes are facing The direction whence you come Ramshackle goings on ...

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