a gray poem for frank
the man known as frank
has become a computer expert
apparently this is the way
it’s meant to be
he is too old for this sort of thing
and bullies me into confessing
he is necessary
though we fly through the sewers of paris
i will seek professional help
and you know that’s the truth
old tax returns will follow me
even as we speak
help me remember , Tatianaas the wind twists around usletters from nowhere prove this is a dream.help me remember, Tatiana abandon your silencedo it suddenly or nothing is provenand Time the river will not stop flowing
in the morning without blinking save yourself before you save the worldenter your dreams on the computerin the morning without blinkingwhile i want you to stop cracking your knucklesgaily-wrapped candiesall look alikethe sun still touches usthere is nothing we want
a blue poem for mila
she thinks she sees
meeting a man
in a grand hallway
suddenly, she has a craving for chocolate
without notice, she stands up
the image is delicately dangerous
he is almost certain
this has been a hallucination
untitled it seems like we run across the oceanthe rain keeps fallingand suddenly i see how helpless i amself defense students can’t even be counted onon and off indefinitelyyour old pal mila enjoys her slaverywhen the lights are outshe pretends to love herselfand restores my faith in humanityand is crazy, i tell you
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