Blackout Beach
The Roman
I been laid out on the floorfrom the passing of timeI kiss my palm to see if it's awakeand I noticed the absence of any signsI broke my leg three months ago: dousingthat candlelight with wineSnagged and caught my elbow on the shellknocked to the floor my collection of weeping AugustineDutifullyI remember Donna as she was 3 months agoand most faces get lost in the hazeClutch this tacky caricature of you to my chest andremember that Carthage was covered in a smoky hazea Mimetic hazeThe automatic and justified responseto a crude and graceless ageis to run awayto keep running and fleeing and greeting and holding and beholding your lovestill man: why did she have to go?my ENEMY is time
From Letras Mania