you
cannot hear the breezes
in the
belfries of your heart
still
submerged,
from your last vacation
On the brand new phone
called Life, we are getting nearer.
In the deli of the soul
My ineffable melodies
once so trivial,
who knows what time it is?
The television is a
candle
heartaches
with the centrifugal force of an
afternoon
the wall
swims through your
feather.
