A Few Poems

whose woodcoloured eyes are 

those which bleed sin

and that body splintered

hands stapled to the sky

whose is that

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Dig me out of the ground
With your tragic spade
And keep me

*

like a small meteorite
before it crashes to earth
the words burn up within me
before they arrive to you

*

I butchered the moon
vaporized the milky way
sabotaged the stars
tore down the planets:
I dug up the galaxy
looking for you

and            I   became         desolate.

My body was a flag
after a gunfight
I looked through
a hole in my chest
and I found you
within me

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to restore the true rhythm

of a fibrillating heart

one must let the drummers

of Light march

through the gaps of

the heart's venetian blinds