String Instruments

What's the point of so many rhythmic lines?...
Row, rhyme and rum
They are just waves in the same sea.

Seagull murmurs
like someone singing a fado or two
or it will come to sing much later.

Arrange drawers, sticks and prints
from left to right in an order
almost alphabetical.

Unhinged fairies blessing the sound
of a lute, a guitar and a banjo.
Without wings, without bones, like angels!

Pain descriptive nonconformities
that passes through the brain shamelessly
Bloodlust of a dark predator.

What good are sad pores and sweats?
Every door you opened to nothingness.
Every part you forgot, abandoned...