domingo, noviembre 18, 2012

For You

"They'll find us here,
here here
in the guest room"

The National.
180 days under grass
and you know better than I

life has taken for long
everything
we wait to happen again

Is this how it works?

in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows

when you left
you took almost
everything.

Now it has to die
now i have to kill it

I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.

The tigers have found me
and I do not care.

Este poema está construido sobre el poema de Charles Bukowski "For Jane".


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