BIGARREN ESKUKO AMETS / SECOND HAND DREAM
We all chase the same by night:
A historic fire, an emergency escape
someone to bring us home without asking too many questions
Take my poetry, second hand dream
Confess that you imagined people
thinking with their prick, mind fucking
I was Reading your lips
Take my poetry
All my lacks in twisted lines
two thousand names and your eyes
like a pseudonym for frost
that freezes everything
that light everything up like a kind of black ice
Try to scape from solitude
as if it didn’t know where we live
Take my poetry
all my in twisted lines
two thousand names and your eyes
a second hand dream
6- Bigarren eskuko amets
