reading Robbe-Grillet grilled in The Paris Review
he respires when one is a
teacher one becomes a student again
and I wait
I wait patiently as patiently as I could muster for him to say the obvious
when one becomes a student one is a teacher
to put asunder the hierarchy
shit flowing downhill
where there should be no hill
and if there is shit
it pools
taints
everyone steps in it
I burned all the sticks that they could scrape their soles with
rather everyone should have to walk it off
leave trails behind them and
later are able to fingered by a good bloodhound
because they walked off separately not wanting to breathe the miasma of a coarse chorus line
singularly dejected
shufflingscuffing their soles on the street
Aaah better
though wishing they could scuff the
scent
try as we may
irregardless
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