Monday 26 April 2010

Vallejo Cesar

Madam, I am finally here
Hiding in the night spurs of your kitchen
And I am not galloning zeros
On some provincial bed
Or sipping in maimed air
On Thursdays mortal bones
With the moon at Champs Elysee’s
Were I left my trousers
In a great situation
On a Paris bench

2010


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