sexta-feira, 7 de outubro de 2011


Sitting here

I subtract my life
with celebrity magazines
and the old tv

you paint your hair
moods in the neck
and exalts its reflection
with your best friend
the mirror

was a long afternoon
Devon on a Sunday
as an old blues played in your life

I was more than that
I was the anthem of the unnamed
the old chess, the forgotten picture
scratch dent, an old idea
I was his own life
I was simply
a airplane