then again
You wear an orange tree
that covers the body
Jack stares at sweet Jenny
I read necrologies under the black noise from a plane
where the Pope waves hornily at the painful life underneath
the skyes that leaves us alone
since we never grow wings
like the wind
on my face and knees
where a mosquitoes gigantic body covers jupiter
blinded by the gold in Jacks smile
as he removes his finger ; the one with the wedding band
playing
imitations of immortality
the last deathblues of a silent heart
homeless in scriptured scars
of night
co-existing with breaths of day
counting fortyeight flakes of spit
in Jacks beard
Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-11-09 at 00:25
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