novel(I)

I glance trough my life when restlessness search words
in the heart of the world
when she slow steps on the long road sat between the face folds
the maze life
whatever I whisper

yes
poverty do not burdens of it everyone will share

but frankly speaking without denial

we have to hum a money maker music
no no Paganini
we live the movies in which every dying
high their heroic role

my dear
among the night increasing hips your white shoulders

without love
we deplores the meat anxiety
how old wire hair is split into seven
and blank too naked autumn

ay
how many seasons went through your green body
we are alone and must try the great mystery of love

yes
we're gonna glue poems on bottom of the sexiest women
by advertising nail cutting guillotines
we will write poems on the brightest firms
on queens boulevard
maybe passers will pass through them
will reach them

darling

like salmon we climb on the dust of life
what difference does it sacrifice
how many Gods have died in us
how many times

we pass from mouth to mouth the poem
we no longer read it we no longer learn it
we just love it
night by night