Cavalo Nero, page 19

the palaver for wheather
our pathological peccadillos
that peremptory happiness
struck me so deeply
but the seaside of my entrails
is far brighter than your absence

 

that gargantuan appetite
now looks back at the past
with such incandescent smile
you don’t hurt anymore
the lachrymose sunset is now
a mercurial hope for the future

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