Living in the a London flat
in one of the coldest wintertime
and Ariel, your ship,
ahead on the sea
...
I heard you coming in from behind the door
without your feet rustling in the dry leaves.
...
'Fools are always fools-
nothing can wash them clean, not even pools.'
...
dear you
having obtained my lunatic certificate
i discovered that i must die
of exhaustion at the end
...
24 hours GMT
in a hole of a wound...traffic...redlighglows...
how many TIME to look...(snowy grave) ...
so that at every decorated
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Where did they carried your shadow
a frozen bed
among headlight seeds?
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I hate a horse looking at me.
He leads me into an enclosed body
almost mine, where there is no light or darkness,
no sound or silence, I am locked in
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No Stalins. No Mussolinis. No Marxist heads,
or Nietzsche's heads, or Luther's heads.
No masks. No fancy dressing.
No placards. No banners. No graffiti.
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An incandescent lava fountain,
a summer of strange, dry fog
settling over large parts of the Northern Hemisphere,
the sun turns bloodred.
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Smoky fog
in the living memory.
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