February 22, 2010

Patchwork poetry from Howl, Metamorphosis, There Will be Rainbows & Paradise Lost.

That cool reflection, the coolest possible,
was much better than desperate resolves
at midnight in the railroad yard, wondering
where to go.

I felt really bad for having had
that attitude.

I was a fool to think when
given a nice and subtle happiness,
as a foundation by others,
that was enough.

In bed
like a dead
sophisticated instrumentation.

This technological
cigarette in
an empty room,
where we wake up electrified,

I will effuse egotism,
to play your songs in the clubs
and coffee bars.



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