My Kitchen

Come Into my kitchen
You will be cold
Even the twigs
Can never make you comfortable

You will laugh to light
Their embers
For what boiling sausage
And your glass needs washing

A chain dangles low
The chicken leg
Is out of place
Pull yourself out of this

The future appears
So you are confused
Where or when are you
Time and place confused

Repetition is continuous
Only turning off
Just to start again
But in the next room

A thousand generations
Set up silent shop
Windows open 
Breezes flow in to out

Fundamental language
Echoes
But you just smell
The signage of smoke





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