Two Days. Two Days Later Is The Sabbath. - Poem by Carl A.I.
I am in control of my own
Even though my lip is swollen
The sun has risen in citrus.
Where to now?
Pour me one
cupful of quervo clasico.
I'm awake. I'm awake. Two days
in a row doesn't seem that bad
when my morning flower
stands tall like a patriotic soldier;
guns drawn peacefully (Aimed with
no intent) .
Porque? Eu nao sei.
Talk to humanity and he doesn't listen,
But talk to
the wind, and she is fucking there
Heaven is here in half
steps, so we shan't walk too quickly.
I remember the time your heart leapt (like it does; with proper
annunciation) so rapidly, that I found it
The wind blows. She bows out
and steps down. Night falls. She lives within
The temple doors are standing solemnly
like spread legs and God
is a beautiful woman.
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