John Greiner


The Tuscan villa Kafka curve tilt of an expressive yarn
                                                                                       serving as a room
quick to fall through the floor fast to fall far off into sleep
                                                                                       the Chinese Laundromat
now closed with nowhere to take my dirty work shirts stained in the sorrows of
                                                                                       rivers muddied
the banks flooded fashioned on the stories of a long gone time when the story
                                                                                       was far more interesting.

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