Thursday, June 08, 2017

Dirty Poems






Dirty Poems


(...)

Death spread all over the street
penetrated the kitchen of my house
was impregnated with the smell of roasted meat
and shone on the cutlery arranged at the lunch table


(...)

Walking down or up the street 
you see a row of identical houses
nightmare faces appear in the windows

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