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Bloody Street River

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Bloody Street river

pouring red wine rain

under the tree, shaking his arms to my

hips, grey shadow reflect

Cosmo, the verdict of vendetta

cross over for a final stretch,

flies getting into my nerves

the stable I do not own

where you succeed is were you feel

except where distorted energies come and go,

they don’t stay, they leave

while the smiley of mountain lake

gives me the gift of a laugh.

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I don’t remember when it started

when I couldn’t laugh anymore like I

used to,

I don’t know how flow went side opposite

to cool

I don’t know what’s happening today with me

it’s like I don’t feel me.

it’s like I’ve lost something, I’m an empty

box and bottle,

one for solids, one for liquids,

which I consume spontaneously but also

instantaneously,

I feel like a refill today,

for a man to grab me in his hands,

take me to the counter and show how

he has finished the fuel.

Then, he’ll have to pay,

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for the honours of posing his lips in

my top, for drinking from my fountain

I’ll be gentle, and ask for the choice of payment

He’ll be a gentleman, he’ll know the quality of

the fountain, so he’ll say

there’s nothing I can do to compensate the price

of the elixir I’ve taken. However,

I have actions and shares which could

use some feminine energy like the one

I had the pleasure to embody,

allow me to make this a company,

be my mate, I already know we decided

long ago,

we’ll share the soul

This is what I’ve done, I need it to be

perpetuated by the love of angels,

they talk in rumours,

they come to me every now and then

I showed them respect

but they laugh at my face

Honest man, they said,

you’re lying to yourself

no heart can penetrate a stone,

but a stone can penetrate the heart

heaviness is the result of the pick up

of trash,

but there’s someone waiting for us,

so leave the weight behind,

throw it splashing when jumping the water

let the bloody spark of the river rise up

don’t blame us.

                      you were the one that talk

with and about fire.              (That night)




 
 
 

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