snails that eat pigeons in the margins of night

there is a sort of explosion

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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