He is a drunk!
He is a drunk!
A southern bagpipe
full of mesmerizing tunes.
...
In night the moon is blue
always for the animal hearts
pasted on the velvet sky
the mute cradle
...
Walking through the corridor
he left the building
hit the road with a hard
firm sole
...
Day
Good morning - he'd say.
Before he starts
to comb out
the lice of my brain.
That's love - I'd say.
Pure monkeysh love.
Good day- he'd say.
Before he strains
the fruits hanging on
my branches.
That's love- I'd say.
Juicy, vitamin love.
Good night- he'd say.
Before he simply
hugs me with his leg.
Before he simply
dives in my world
of charms.
Before we simply
swallow each other.
That's love - I'd say.
Our Oz love.