i’ll lie down,
radiant,
clothed in laziness,
on a soft couch of genuine dreck;
and quietly,
kissing the knees of the crossties,
the wheel of a locomotive will embrace my neck.
words vladimir mayakovsky from vladimir mayakovsky a tragedy
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