| Alone With Everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills. |
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peut-etremaybe that half-naked Arielle ( with golden eyeZ and mexican flair ) living with her temper since yesterday or maybe simply postcard feelings stock account: i miss her wet hair on my salty lips or the last tone from the melody of her first kiss Xopeut-etre
or burning seconds hunting dragons building skies
red and black and blue and
maybe
white!
or...
meeting her ironically when my poem
ends
by ~Matadi
Absentwatching pictures of two watching men and women dancing in may kissing building houses living in houses driving many directions watching the light splitting night and day sunrises coming earlier days getting longer the sky going from red to blue watching everything but still not watching youAbsent
by ~Matadi
Away in the morningwe only separate the light from dark the sky from eternity the ships from harbours (long silver ships floating like tears,on oceans of sadness) sail away sail away sail away petrified seagulls on a rotten summer skyAway in the morning
we only separate
hurting each other acting like self righteous ignorants so better get out of my bed in the morning before i am awake and under a panama flag sail away don´t look back at my bank full of cliffs
by ~Matadi
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