My Noiseless Entourage: Poems
“They neither procure riches for me Nor burn my house down.
They've left me dangling halfway Between good and bad luck.
A predicament I cannot afford to treat casually.
I'm all on edge. I look over my shoulder.
There goes some deadbeat Stepping on shadows of pedestrians As if they were scurrying mice.
I have to go into a church to avoid him.
To our Lord who has withdrawn Into a corner with his wounds I say, that world out there Is a riddle even you can't solve.
Afterward, the coast clear, I rush to buy A newspaper and read my horoscope.
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