Poison, you!
Give me!
I want some.
Can the breeze
Pull the curtain down?
Should I find
out what poison
Is all about?
Will I leave it be?
Certainly not,
I know me
I wont rest
Until I’m up
and over the test.
Take the poise
Or let it be?
Poison, Let it flow
In increasing dosage
Let the snow fall under
The savage blunder
Of the ones
talking outside.
Lighter, lighter,
Give me gas
Hold your flame,
This nausea ends
This game.
One last smoke and I’m off.
2 comments:
louis, everyday you surprise me with your brillant english. i enjoy the fact that we practice it together (is that why im so bad at portuguese language?) oh well, all is good. I liked the poem i just wander, why Spectre? In english class we are studying and analyzing poems and sometimes i just go to Incognito and i can see that your poems (and Alexandre's) are sometimes even better that the ones i have to study. take care all my love and keep writing. The girl that was supposed to get a hat for her birthday aha beijinhos
mt bom mesmo
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