Crimson flames running through the pages ‘Frozen words coming from the depths of lost ages’ Melting darkness slipping under my door ‘There’s still a smell of hatred but unlike before,(unlike before),’ Drops of light dripping from the window ‘Wooden birds swimming round and low’ Gusts of wine swirling in my head ‘Flittering memory of a dead.’ Glasses of colour rising softly in the air ‘Flying pigmees all smily and bare.’ The song of a distant ocean beating in rhyme with the heart of my beloved one ‘The laughter of a dwarf riding the sun’ And the thunder of the road stroke again I saw great green lightnings of blood and hair ‘The flies in the suitcase of a monkey drawing brains’ ‘I once fell in love with a bear’ Happy thoughts scrowling on the kitchen floor ‘The silence of pain ****** someone somewhere near the door’ The last ashes of a prayer vanished suddenly ‘Golden tears washing out slumbers eventually’ The rest of a forgotten dream is disappearing in the world-sink ‘Chains of past sensually dancing, without a blink’ Flittering memory of a dead Fleeting smoke of a foreign freedom ‘Black horses painting (repeatedly) the top of my head’ ‘Switching letters and pencils crossing the day “Lonesome”’
Only way to have your hand waving free Is holding a gun, (‘just like me’.)