The moon is red today. Red. The clouds are black, the rain is falling. I clean them. I rub them. They won't go away. Why does it not disappear? Why can’t it all simply disappear? Layers of black cover what was there. There are lines of light that you can examine to understand what's really there. I can't see through. The door is shut. I'm trapped. I can’t get out. There is a rainbow. I'm color blind. The rainbow flows down from the sky and down into the ground, filling the traces left by
Everything.
(Poem by David von Bahr)
When escaping metador
Your hands holding
Onto me whilst
You rode me
We just kept driving
En route, escaping
Heartbreak and sad tunes
Between your thighs
So wet with sweat
Of fear of death
Against my neck
Mother was wailing
She was punished
For failing
We rode past her
Witnessing the disaster
Not once we asked her
Wether she is in
Need of plaster.
(poem by Roxman Gatt)
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