Saturday, April 18, 2015

I dream of loves long gone

they look as wrecked as I do

(except for Mali...dear Mali...

lying naked on her curled side

with her ass spread and ready...brrrrr)

they say God talks to us in dreams

but if that's so then God is as incomprehensible

as the happenings sent our way

to steer us forward and which we ruin so effortlessly

by thinking too much

with the too little we know

and so our fake melancholy soothes our sad

and comforting pain about loves

long gone but like me are only elsewhere....

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