A placemat set for one
    two-week-ago's
                          today
        ink on the elbows
    and the Cineplex Odeon shows
scrawls in bad cursive
    pocking  holes in the paper
                    "Guten Morgen"
and an angry cloud
                    "Wie gates?"
If you don't get it, you just don't get it
        and

every time someone comes
            I bury my head in this mess, this

            newspaper
                            bleeding ink
        and i'm not even reading
                                    today

I see a face mangled as my own
            the communist leader

                inked out

    What is your name, boy,
and did  you ever
                            just
            did you ever?

Say they've been
                    liquidated
            but some people
    gotta do more than stop breathing
            before they die

        god, before I die.