Lights Through a Window
lights through a window
the knock that never shakes
my door is a sound
who screams
bleeding ears
bleeding brain
quiet nights without pain
(press that eye with your finger)
writers typing letters
noises in the hall
(they can see the bright light)
lost in a dream
blurred faces that never speak
to me. Boring lines
forced in the sand…
all sonatas are lost
poetry is a death match
striking the
wick….(burn in a name and dry brain)
--will there be birds in the window—
?
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