William Burroughs

(5 February 1914 – 2 August 1997)

Cold Lost Marbles

my ice skates on a wall
lustre of stumps washes his lavander horizon
he's got a handsome face of a lousy kid
rooming-houses dirty fingers
whistled in the shadow
"Wait for me at the detour."
river… snow… some one vague faded in a mirror
filigree of trade winds
clouds white as lace circling the pepper trees

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