Wednesday, March 30, 2016

In a country between life and death

In a country between life and death


it's really strange
that thing about our sexes
flying
but every time I'd enter you
I'd hear a large flock of birds
inside your forest

and our sexes would resurrect
like butterflies dazzled by fire
in a country between life and death
where economics is a science

small investors of the soul
are bamboozled on Wall Street
Tenderness salaries are low
and injustice in the World Market
of Love is persistent

...I lift my soul to my nose
to feel your perfume
birds glide out of your sex
no, further than that
they come out of everything you value
everything you give.



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