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Glitter your eyes for the town

ils ont tué ta poésie et ma lune,
... drowned it in wine

is the deja-vous day i live all over again.

and all our bones were sundered by Winter.

only walls can keep all your secrets and hide all your lies; 

we’re at the end of the road

endlessly dull, bathed in awe

sunken in dread

and it’s freezing because of the blood marking our traces. 

you sipped every drop off my bosom

ate every grain out of my palms

crammed with your naked skin the side of my chest glued to the heart of the city

and fed me your breath;

glass

i need a room that’s locked for eyes

open to running;

a pair of walls to shelter in twenty thousand men

with cuts in their feets

and empty glasses. 

under the light of the moon 

i scrawl through the map: 

behind my window there’s a tree

and beyond  it there’s a river

and across it there’s a path

leading to you.

just

let it hurt, as it hurts

-hands on your skin,

tightened around my fear

and nails shooting poison.

shelter a little time for me;

cast me far away, deeper within your voids,

take prone of my neck,

my lungs,

and my persistence

- i have a nerve these days

weighting down your absence.

i give you nothing

i give you nothing

no love, nor madness;

i give you the void, the shapeless;

nothing you can touch, dream or think of

or be with in you,

within you, when you’re not being;

nothing that makes you anything

something that makes you nothingness 

now that i see you only when the moon goes last quarter

i no longer wait for nightfall to listen to Bach

it’s safer knowing you won’t appear

even when rondeaux fills the room at dawn

and the rooftops from the east side of town

bring their ugliness to light

one that brightens all the way to  that of the southern Marshall Tito sidewalks 

where you’re sipping your morning caffe

alone and in peace with your own skin

at least, so i hope. 

void me in

: and the sun has seen the galaxy, through her eyes
-and his own reflection, on a far away moon-
spinning around the void of his chest.

mad haiku assaults the radio - again !

dark goes the night

heavy grow my burdens

your heart in mine wants to die !

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