poet in
matsuhara
(themes for the
future)
i was visiting
islands in upper
europa
kayaking between gallows and
wallows of
diffused blue hills
which once used to
melt into mighty rivers
danube
and laba now undulated
by streaming
oceans of warming Earth
there for a cent
you can buy a gallon
of wine munch
prosciutto with a jigger
of grappa
chewing social themes
with a israelite
proselyte or muscovite tinker
stranded on abated
peaks of history
but i didn't do
that
i just watched
faces in breaking waves
arising and
ungoing life to death
so what's the deal
i talked to the mouths in
foam
they seemed to be
engaged
in permanent kiss
suckling each other hard
lets be realistic
the noise of importance
is all faded in
winds of grind
and i was feeling
like going quiet
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