Black Hole Soul

The pain in your veins, heat aghast, you faint.
The hole swallows her body and soul.
Why in the universe do we know something exists at all,
If we pretend to see, to know, bite a fruit and fall.
Algorithmic syncopated circus acts,
And drums tight as a father’s facts.

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Energy unbound,
An unsound love.
They called the inspector,
Who wrote his directives.
Sign my motion in your hands,
Look towards the night forget the plans,
Finally release the rabbits and scare,
A negative release, a positive flare.
The night stood arm in arm with such charm!
Giggling, she sweeps the ground burying the bones,
She looks down at his pigeon toes,
Mamma with a pursed lip bit red, not those,
Please. Not those.

Without a tear did the universe ever hear,
Her lips or the purple arm complaints.
The vast morass now drinks in all the sadness.
In bounds, love’s contrivance,
Arguments. After a secret knock,
The dark circles sweep away the holy Czech clock.
At last the key to our lover’s madness slight wrist white.
Everything once, now again somewhere.
Nothing ever gained and never lost –
While you spent your time wiping tears.
That black spot came with a particularly indecent cost –
And the prize for discovering light,
Two days adrift. Yep, it’s all in a night,
All in a night.

In my pupils’ books I register dawn’s coriander,
Walking, no, dragging this dead philanderer,
Up a plank and cutting by laughs, the ropes.
Free now! Swan dives, then she elopes.
Winded the joke ended and punched her mind,
Funny with twisted hands in lines maligned
And the black hole answered her in kind,
With laughter as sinister as the noise of the predawn Tom,
Clowns in dark studios made up, dust and white paint,
The pain in your veins, heat aghast, you faint.
The hole swallows her body and soul.

Why in the universe do we know something exists at all,
If we pretend to see, to know, bite a fruit and fall.
Algorithmic syncopated circus acts,
And drums tight as a father’s facts.

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