Σάββατο, 2 Σεπτεμβρίου 2017

I only live at summit nights | Patricia J. Livingston



Pale skin and filtro breath
Coffee hugs and straight to bed
Rollover like a ballo of grain
Rollover kissing ,outside it rains

All day i walk around the Rooms
I look insidie for things you find elsewhere
My sea's the window of my neighbor
When he wakes and opens it I almost believe no more in loneliness.

I imagine you sittin on my chair
thighs naked, brown skinned
your feet are smilling and teeth too.
You're shining like a fantasy
Like I've never watched a realistic film.

I only live at summer nights
The rest of the year is a train's journey with short stops.
I'm buying cigarettes and milk and board again
my thighs grow thicker,my eyesight worsens
and put my head out'o the window for landscapes I can't touch.

I'm always faster than the mountains
but I'm never fast enough for life

The destination is now the ultimate
as long as the journey is just an advertisement
I aint even capable of reading properly

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