Short Cuts

May 25, 2015 § Leave a comment


If you don’t know where to start

you can always start at the sky:

“The sky is white today, no signs,

the birds lose their way.”


Then take a dive down with the birds

and find this bed you’re lying

the rusty keys to your thoughts

the forgotten tides of your heart.


Uncomfortable beds where

leftovers of dreams get rotten.

Now open a window, dreamer,

and throw the dead bodies out.


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