and his hand glides down in a snowstorm
of pixels
now he knows
as though looking through a telescope
that suddenly made everything jump
larger and larger
that the world is just a vat full of pigeons
all of them shouting for more
he gives them more
he stands on the parapet
whirling
sliding off his pants
brrrrr they holler
his disaster takes a new turn
he wakes at sunrise with a snail in his mouth
he turns over
where's the ashtray he asks
it's on your side, she says
oh okay, he says
flailing for it
utterly in love now with snails
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