For my dearest P., the love of my life
The radius is highly clean, mildly
It penetrates all Signs. hits, like in
Houk band song: `Transmission
Into your heart, deep into your warmth.
Lights them up.
Because that's what I want to be, in yours
hands and lips: light,
A black-eyed clown without a cross.
Not like Lucifer's office or
the building in which it is stored
There are also outbuildings. or like a paper with
fake times, screaming on the front page,
That 'Rebuilding the Rhodesian Colossus is gaining momentum'.
You see, it doesn't work out, I'm screwed up and
decoupled, whipping my back with a venomous mouth,
He's a mean small guy.
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There's dirty water pouring out of the faucets alternatively of the ligocene.
It's not expected to be like that! I plan for you,
I knit fables in yarn, I offer all the worlds,
And after a while, put your stupid head out of a speeding train.
And smash him into a pole.
