sentimental song
admit to having done
on winter nights curled
your eyes I hid under my pillow
inside the pen a poem in
within the envelope of the old orange
Business Travel
while you were sleeping and a cup of coffee and a
to Russian
kissed the shade of your arms
vibration-old sax-
Moses, Kant, Plato ,
Einstein
clouds
Constitutions
Chocolates and grappa
hear us, they cried!
But my freedom
found their border
natural in your hand.
Then there was L. Cohen
the jew beardless
cook Buddhist
I listened to him long
Every time you pushed the universal consistency
attracted by the tragedy as a stupid flower
from the Sun-
biblical metaphor as narrow
of solitude and perfection!
-discordant beauty of a funky piano-
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