[i don't even think of you that often]
Deeping in a scratch on the bottom
of your stomach
I've recognized the streaming shouting
milky way
to a refrainless silence or calm:
it was a glimpse
i don't miss anything of that
except the blurring light
which uncovered the flesh
of your back bended over me
an imperfect line along
city naked roofs late at night
waving down the neck on my shoulders
wound after wound leading any
hungry thought on strike
somewhere we - we - with a foreign accent
in a mother tongue language
that could've never ever been
for beauty is mortal and you
misfortune a pointless wonder
we - we - in endless needful conflict
except for some frozen imaginary hotel suite
early february
in scruffy clothes and underlined verses that lost control
an army fully loaded of black 'n' white movies tragedies
death sentences to embrace round emptiness
unlimited somehow bound
for glory.
At the gates of dawn
with pearls casted randomly at the top of your hairs
i closed my eyes
no more we - we
couldn't ignore the hole in the window
the morning breaking through:
dislocation, dispossession
numbness, paralysis
rythym, velocity
you smiled quietly chasing away the truth
i hadn't slept a second
i had watched the trumpets
playing mute Miles in pitch dark for hours
the unafraid jigsaw fragments had taken place
and we - for a glimpse
we
crawled off the one bedroom flat
city drops in despair
like in a super8 homemade movie
already scentless.
[i don't even think of you that often]
Deeping in a scratch on the bottom
of your stomach
I've recognized the streaming shouting
milky way
to a refrainless silence or calm:
it was a glimpse
i don't miss anything of that
except the blurring light
which uncovered the flesh
of your back bended over me
an imperfect line along
city naked roofs late at night
waving down the neck on my shoulders
wound after wound leading any
hungry thought on strike
somewhere we - we - with a foreign accent
in a mother tongue language
that could've never ever been
for beauty is mortal and you
misfortune a pointless wonder
we - we - in endless needful conflict
except for some frozen imaginary hotel suite
early february
in scruffy clothes and underlined verses that lost control
an army fully loaded of black 'n' white movies tragedies
death sentences to embrace round emptiness
unlimited somehow bound
for glory.
At the gates of dawn
with pearls casted randomly at the top of your hairs
i closed my eyes
no more we - we
couldn't ignore the hole in the window
the morning breaking through:
dislocation, dispossession
numbness, paralysis
rythym, velocity
you smiled quietly chasing away the truth
i hadn't slept a second
i had watched the trumpets
playing mute Miles in pitch dark for hours
the unafraid jigsaw fragments had taken place
and we - for a glimpse
we
crawled off the one bedroom flat
city drops in despair
like in a super8 homemade movie
already scentless.
[i don't even think of you that often]
