Kafkaesque
It’s a mistake to say “Kafkaesque”/
It’s a mistake to say “Kafkaesque”/
and misspeak it to describe/
a lousy hour at the car dealership/
or persisting, yesterday,/
until a credit card company pawn/
on the phone might see it yr way./
They’d be devoid of a worried/
meandering aloneness on effin foggy cobblestone
Prague shadows & all their surreally uneven angles/
Debilitated, as some delirium is the case/
& one is encased in one sensational frustration.
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“Bless your uneasiness as a sign that there is still life in you.”
-Dag Hammarskjold