It rains with shivers in my zealot vow
To whom I was, to elder that I’ll be;
No lucid spring will blossom in the knee,
After the chaos of the falling crow.
No half or faked answers and no plea
To broken fortune in the mirror, now,
When I’m the reckless tyrant in the slough
Of recollection and despair glee.
No second thoughts; under the step will grow
A chasm, a heated spear or a sea
I hate cars passing
under my window like sea crabs
running thru rain
the wind brings familiar smells
from the old restaurant
across the street
my brain craves snow
I stare at the phone in vain
no rings this evening no soul
nobody knows I’m here
but the brown ageless cat
on my couch
exquisitely ignoring me
it does not end
as it does not begin
is where Infinity meets Forever
and says: how d'you do
in a continuous white noise
with a touch of
Rigolleto
it tickles your pores until your skin blooms into goosebumps
like cherry trees in a suspended Japanese garden
it pushes your face to the edge so you can touch the void
with your eyelash
it pulls you back just when you're about to jump
and stares silently into your dilated pupils
it feeds on you like a hungry beast
and you laugh the laughter of the King
when you do what you do
inside you it’s a who
reaching out black tree branches
thru your lungs and your eyes
in a white sterling darkness
neither dead nor alive
twisting morrow and bone
like a screw
when you do what you do
on her back spreading legs
raping death stilling breath
you become almost true
to the old silent ghost
open wings without feathers
nightingale in a worm
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