21 july 2017
Dust Will Laugh
Romancing Neptune
had an
amorous wish.
The body is water.
Take it,
split it,
and then become a doormat.
Blocking the fiesta,
a ghost brings in
storm, in a glass.
Will you drink the moon
in night?
The street now walks in,
taking a call to kill the shades,
of wrinkles. You forgot
your name and move
gingerly from post to post
lightening the lamps.
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