
LONG BEFORE THE PEACEFUL SONG
Sick in the dark
before dawn irrupts
shedding light on the need to sleep
the dead like me
pondering their being
against that sole thing unforgiven.
There is nothing to hold onto here
..a cigarette!, an empty tear!
Those petals of an ugly night
which bears no witness
to the light.
HELL AS AN INSTITUTION
Bad faith!
The dark tongues wag all day
…even fools
have little much to say.
The human form is just a wraith!
And all the while
the nights get cold
telling us
that we are old.
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