Torn Body

everything gets
amazingly white
and smooth
and quiet
when you parade
your melancholy
through the city streets

and the traffic lights
undecided
close their eyes
to the luminous
to let you pass

and you leave indiscernible
footprints

make yourself
liquid presence
in the pseudopodia
of the crowd
and the crowd
plasticly
absorbes your
loneliness
giving you tones
so invisible
to the naked eye...

anguish wallpaper
heartbreak summer network
yearning cup thirst
body wear
depression mind
abandonment

when maybe
in your war campaigns
you trip
in my torn body
and see my heart
abandoned next to it

I ask you to follow
the instructions carefully
and tear along the perforated part.


PAR