betroth yourselves
to old houses of Charlottenburg
let yourselves be mollycoddled
by the petrified rain king
buy yourselves a shiny armour
of a former seraphim
call yourselves bourgeois,
dear ambassadors of art
prosy playwriters
live futile lives
full of futile effort
we are the revenants of heedlessness
the masses of plastic limpidness
and cubists that paint no more
like vortex and vertigo
we're abstract in a colour gamut
but I only like to whisper
among the lilies of rusty minefields
replacing the city with simplicity
we visited-
brandenburg gate and charlottenburg palace
oh so lovely
we prayed on our knees at the berlin cathedral
saw all the museums there are to see
I wept at the berlin wall
but darling, lets go back, lets hurry
To das stue hotel and close the curtains
lets make it dark
and have an afternoon of passion
instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of berlin
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January 17, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/lets make it dark
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All Rights Reserved, 2016, Constance La France
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