Through the Window - Prurient

Tiny things laugh under the sun

Wilting like insects

I can’t remember what you study

Ketamine eats through the filament

Newspapers blow around the sculptures

Big things grow much bigger

And need bigger things inside them

Transmogrified childhood shadows

Gossip in the galleria gardens

These are the friend’s return

Through the window

Incense is about to be lit

The smoke will show your face

And the cancer is writing on the sunstone