
painting by kes, http://www.buschwind.de/kes/kes.html
he couldn't stand the air
the stale heat, the
naked noise of
creaking doors
he couldn't stand the
disturbing breeze
that breathed though the
lonely gate
he followed the opening
with his eyes
while he sat still
among broken glass and time
and the fragments
of his longing
paralyzed by his own
unbearable smell
of discomfort