quinta-feira, julho 17, 2008

I wrote a letter to a wildflower
on a classic nitrogen afternoon
Some power that hardly looked like power
said I'm only perfect in an empty room

Four dogs in the distance
each stands for a kindness
Bluebirds lodged in an evergreen altar
I'm gonna shine out in the wild silence
and spurn the sin of giving in

Oil paintings of x-rated picnics
Behind the walls of medication I'm free
Every falling leaf in a compact mirror
hits a target that we can't see

Grass grows in the icebox
The year ends in the next room
It is autumn and my camouflage is dying
instead of time there will be lateness
and let forever be delayed

I died my hair in a motel void
met the coroner at the Dreamgate Frontier
He took my hand said I'll help you boy
if you really want to disappear

David Berman

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