Saturday, May 11, 2019

ships, sleeping




you open the door and

find the hanging man



what you've been chosen for here

isn't clear but listen



he has a wife and he has a child



a room full of

books without words



a cigarette grown cold

in an ashtray



and what happened is that he

woke up and

the house was on fire



the last great war

hadn't begun yet but the

streets were full of starving children



do you remember

the stench of corpses?



do you believe that

god and the devil are the same?



this is the question you

need to ask your lover when she

kneels before you



ignore her words when she answers

but watch her hands



listen to the passing traffic



and is this a room where

every mirror has been turned to

the wall?



it matters



your smile can only hold

so much broken glass



the clocks will only run backwards

until they reach zero



think about

all of the lies your

father ever told you



walk to the end of the hall

and open the door



the possibilities are never as

endless as you'd like to believe




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