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night:
a thousand nocturnal voices
& a hundred homeless thoughts
seek solace in my head
each holding a beacon —
each wanting to construct bridges
but I —
I only know how to burn bridges
& hang down a tree and cut the rope — freedom
I do not know how to hold on — to
•
liquid metals,
empty promises, muffled imageries — like
imaginations teasing the merging of marginalized nations,
I do not know how to knit love songs into
rainbow threads or thorned roses
I do not
know how to silence
the. war. in. my. head.
I am neither the war, nor the victim
just a lover-boy, despicable,
despised by love. I think
•
I love Love:
when I say I love you, I mean
— flowers, and diamond rings
rubies, and love notes
songs like blue hawaii 1961
I can’t help falling in love with you —
all day I sip Don Williams, and
I wouldn’t want to live if you don’t
love me,
but you,
would you say you love me too?
till then, single is a noun
it is my name.
