Saponite Wail

Ghostly flowers

Ghostly flowers (2004)

City writing on snow

Seen so many faces
I can't remember my own,
Gone ugly with blows
Buried in mud
I hope I'll be glad
When screams stop, mad.
We told the go-aways
That were like funerals
Because of already 
Dead, we thought, or gone.
But that's only a maybe
We can't remember we can help
Can't help but kill, surely, we can.
Knowing now, melting shock,
It might be not too late
To go away, at least.

Numbness gone in
The heart crying
Sometimes walking
Streams of streets

Was it nice to see
The world
Better than all

Seen so many faces 
I can't remember my own,
Gone ugly with blows
Bones or flesh
No choice left but
Both or none

Little spoon picking up
Little turtle rock
Gone hard in fresh air

Saponite
Sapo night
Sap, o knight
Not

Funerals, it seems,
In those eyes fences 
That slow down the thanks
Lid for over to the next
To say: 

Open up closed doors and stay

Widow of lost dreams
Flowers on graves
The deserted evening is humming
Tomorrow might snow softly
Letting gods sleep
While love is made
With dying embers
Not too late, maybe for some

Bones or flesh
No choice left
But both or none 

City writing on snow


 

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