LONG GONE DAY

The guy passing by asked for a cigarette,

no way.

Short skirt, shuffling in slippers

Creepers,

The smoke of the cigarette, the horns, the sings

Vulgar, she did not even care,

She walked, numb, with the music that screamed

In his ears, words that hurt,

Wanted to keep it that way, maybe at night she would

Cut off, get drugs, maybe.

She no longer expected the man,

Words seduced, lost with the

Speed of lightning, dangerous toys.

Knives were safer than a poem, an

Blue-eyed poem, a play without

relevance.

She forgot, it did not matter anymore, nor were they

More blues.

His hand trembled with ember, waiting for the

Wind went off.

He showed his finger to the driver of the truck.

Another!

Screw this crap.

The bridge was near, the running river called

For the jump, she felt stomach pain at the thought,

He would sit there, he would jump there, he would wait.

Trapped in the collective unconscious blind, horrendous mouths snorting spitting poison in the name of God, cursing in the name of love, filthy feet crawling in an orgy in the old world. He wanted white masks to smash his hands, his tongues tearing the viscera, in a dark night of dread and lamentation, which even in Dante's deepest spheres could not hear, such dirt on a sweet face with an exposed heart throbbing only for the selected..
Come and kill us with promises of imperial paradise

PRIMU POBRI

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Good morning dear,

 I'll wait for you with a cup of hot tea in the morning ...

 at night your dark beer in an inexpensive glass ....

 the fog that covers your eyes prevents me from seeing me .. ..

. erase the memory of sweets Words ... you'll be mine forever .... run away, erase everything I said ... some words when spoken ... cant be taken back .... cold drops warm the heart .... the wind takes me ... pulls away .... I seek, I hope .... the life turns ... the eternal return .... always be mine .... hate me .... wish me ....  humil me..... the turns of life .... I will always be the one that appeared and made you feel ..... after that only the empty streets ... waiting for the train .... your dark beer awaits you In the warmth of tables smelling old wood and old-fashioned lampshades.