a novel, that would be the thing!...
they tell me looking sideways
to the poems
long
thin
thinking eels
clinging to the paper
of the rehab center

a novel, that would be the thing
with action time 
an entire house
from square root
to ceiling
corridors leading to
characters
tenuous
not totally 
dumb
(let´s bury realism
experimentalism
and god forbid 
postcolonialism)

a novel is what makes
heads turn on the street
it levels tables
duplicates showcases
expands criticism
ill with flu
in its stylish cocoon

now enters the convenient
descriptive pause
followed 
by referential
self-consciousness
as fado guitars play

a novel, that would be the thing!...
highbrow
between envy and paraphrase