The Yellow Bucket

The ape of reason wakesinside the primate house -throws shit at the glass,at the gawking apparitionswhose eyes align with hisbut for a few seconds,his brow-heavy facegrafted to theirs. And he waits, waitsfor he that drags the yellowbucket, stuffed with limp greens,sprung grain and stink meat -the feast before a king,the grace of drab charity,there in... Continue Reading →

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