Monday, March 28, 2016

dílo todo no digas nada

wrote my foot on cardboard
dark with blood and
stiff was bordered with my
slowest fingers said the
words that don't exist the
words are backwords soaking
through a corrugation were
the windows in a cage
walls crumbling concrete steps
descended to a rancid well
circled light bright up there


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