Poem -
ONE---------NIGHTS MEMORYS END----
in this place
they took my eyes
because I could not pay to be blind
Silent serpent patterns
carpet the carpenters secret cross
unpainted naked walls
hold sharp razor-edged gilded sighs
objects in regarded art
framed by used wine bottles
reflect yesterday
Talking heads blast from heavens radio
naked wrapped in the frosted air
your body in universe displayed
modern in its ancient desire
a joint wastes the filmy ceilings
third eye
unpolite a Spanish fly rides away
eating hot butter on toasted beds
a memories end
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