Len Gurts to Lose More Friends Ergh

On top of the storm! On top of the world!
The wind beneath me—I am reacting to that
only. Does anyone notice? I am unquestioned
up here—look at all the peasants

down there—it’s a good job I have money
and blind sex. Am I happy?
Did I not tell you about asking questions?

Friends have fallen through the wind—yes.
This has nothing to do with me—
my storm is my world is my vacuum—

as if anyone could notice—they are repeating
themselves

whilst I am back up there. Here, God. Look look.

Fine. Don’t.
The…

So what—I am feeling rather tentative—
does anyone have a category? Thank you—

please all listen to my category
up here—it is very important. You don’t know what this is like
for me
down here. Look look. God?

Oh my god! You are all not looking! You pigs!—
you wolves! There has never been a storm
like this! My friends? They are dying! Are you
even listening? Do you think you have all the answers?

So I am now falling
then. How do you sleep?—fair weather
friends, as I have
no language for it—we need
more categories—block out the upper badness

in the toxic storms
that repeat the same things ergh.

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