Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Sculptural lust



Woman of sculptural lust

that in my moments 

of lonely of love 

I never had.


That luxury car I ever drove

In the streets happily populated.


The inhospitable intelligence

of an unknown genius ...


I understand it.

I am the perfect synthesis

of everything what I never have been 

and never will be.


I find no complaints 

on this simple self-observation.



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