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the season is much too temperate

taking a shower
in cold shit
not in the morning
but at all times during the days
and at nights he doesn’t know
he passes out around
anywhere really
cannot remember or feel a thing
just a thing among things
taking a shower in cold shit

the trickling of salty tears
and runny smell water with tiny lumps in it
tells him he’s alive with the clock
ticking hard as the heart inside
the ant inside the ant inside the nostril
of an anteater it makes
the flesh crawl
of the little thing and him

he takes a morning shower
in cold shit with cheese
and coffee on the side

he’s an intellectual once a part
of things now he’s just apart
too temperamental in these temperate times
he watches the ocean rise as a paradox
he cannot keep his cool
he cannot keep his shit together he
takes a shower in it
every morning with cheese and coffee on the side

at night he doesn’t know
his high has never taken him so low
someone’s smoking him out
he’ll take a shower in cold shit
till he no longer takes it
we’ll have to wait and see
cause the season is much too temperate