From heaven up to heels on paradise

Legs rest on the tiny skinned table

sitting as if the question was unanswerable

I said no! Argos go and fetch some flowers

as if in docked windows sleep

smoothly by fire there is clandestine

love and there is patience to keep on

traveling and ever.There is no silence

and nothing could be kept quiet

you shimmer then there is a fall

of rhapsody on the radio

I pick up myself and lounge by the

side of skinned table and like a corpse

rest on the pretext of heaven.

There is silence and more silence

accompanying the chords of music

what is felt on the radio is next to

hellish noise of noises and barks of barks

there is cacophony and we seem to end

the last argument.



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