06 July 2013

Blues bar

poems scribbled on small papers in tampere

a stream of divine
flies buzz, no
ears to her the
bliss

give two hands
a chance to dance
on rigid backs turned
to gods of the
daylight mass

hate to break this
to you, dear
reader: this pen
is in the hands
of a dyslexic

words carry but
the weight of
thought

under the colored
lamps, high spirits;
no way to share
the mind's sights

time loops around
eternity, only eyes
carry pure beauty

I am here and nowhere
is my home

wrapped around a
fragile pinkie that
breaks when I
hail from deep within

some day the
shattered tiny bones
can carry a weight
meant to be that of
the lightest heart

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