run in circles

 

Half turn half turn
I've been thinking of a way
and a circle came to me...
running in circles

I circled around you
round as I could be...
No edges to prune me
Just bend over to dizzy your feet...

lick the floor
create links
and thinking of a way
my head is spinning

Wheel of don't leave, spins of don't fall,
stingray tail that becomes fashionable
I invite you to a party
and what's left, fuck it

in a circle, in a circle... why the fuck?
that is good even if it is bad
bad given? evil...!
relax, everything fits

and round and round and round
everything goes round again
I whirled around
alone on the round wheel of life

twirl spin mockery shoot
in the center of the target hit a shot
falls to his knees a brief emptiness
gently, not belonging to anyone

without clarity dies between verses
with a dry mouth of silences
the voids reveal
In posthumous works...

torn pages, submerged
forgotten, pages turned.
literate in thoughts
that the poet shelved...

He is locked, sealed,
like bodies in a deep tomb
kiss, kiss, kiss him fast
and close the coffin.