People have feasted,
there's vomit in the gutter --
feast for the starlings.
Het was ergens feest,
Ein Fest über Nacht,
er ligt braaksel in de goot --
mit Kotze in der Gosse --
feest voor de spreeuwen.
Fest für die Stare.
Poem H2813
Amsterdam, 2020-10-23
Sunday morning (Frédérique Spigt)
Poem "Zondagochtend" (collection "Misantroop")
Collection
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After the festivities
Keyword
:
Party: remains
Tribute to
:
Spigt, Frederique
Home
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Pumice
Rain
Loves
Compressed
Birds
Ifless
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