Taking advantage of the ever-bright evenings
and equally ablaze early mornings,
Mr Honk tried to draught a civilised society
where masturbation, like potty training,
was just another hygiene practice, not at all so
curiously repulsive in a bourgeois gentilhomme
as to end up as a full-dress performance
in front of a mirror in a timid Lutyens.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
Faith is a perishable good with a somewhat intimidating scent
of respectability, a late symbol of our exalted humilitude—
as if café au lait wasn’t enough—and it makes me think
of the last day of the Inquisition and of clerks burning old paperwork
and auctioning off no longer needed instruments of torture
to be repurposed as it fits.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
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