Monday, 29 July 2013

Traum (a)

Before I say farewell I’ll wash my lips
“they drove out unto the desert
& he put a gun to his head”

Of course that only happens when she’s dreaming
she buys cola in the local store
“I’m a stranger here myself”

(Going to be another warm one) yet
this early everything is wrapped in oyster
grey silk; come the revolution

All TV screens will burn
luxury items & their possessors
melt into air

I was in love
up on the roof your kisses soft & cool
& below traffic's hallucinogenic heat shine

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