3 june 2012
Obsessıon
Would not place any price-tag
on me. Like a mannequin dug out from a pit
goes for sale.
Abhor the duplicity.
Want to walk straight –
without the golden thong.
The city goes in flames
in a circle.
A new fountain was singing.
They were landing in flocks.
The old birds of same plumage
coming to collect the due of old virgins.
There was no message.
Letterbox was empty.
I will not wait for snowfall in the Antarcita.
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