if I concentrate myself
perhaps I can
write a letter without
too many errors addressed
specifically
to Dominique
who seems to have bumped
into a treacherous conversation
compromising the role
of the bacon-lined eyes
of his personal bald and bold sponsors
and the pure beautiful dual spirits of
two or three
professionals of the old glorious aural text
that turns and rotate above us all,
say the black sun on the Inadequates,
chiefly represented in body and soul by
: Professor Ugo Marx and Dottor Mikhail Lupy Bakunin ,
both resident in the filthy sub-gutters and blocked intestinal alleys
of Dominique’s personal garconierre, located in “Miracles Street”,
(North of England )
in their capacity of - but not only momentarily –unbelievably unemployed
people, (because of the tightness of the draws of their trousers, a
tightness that , to tell the truth , is even superior than it would be
revealed - in a way not less explicit than a fist in the eye – by the
very challenging nature of their conducts at school and at home.
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