The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


feel me/read me/follow me

Day & Night

The sun invades
like a violation
with its brightness
and those burning
yellow-red rays
that for a minute
make me as blind
as I feel…

During the cold night
to get to the busy street
I must cross that dark
alley where I always
stare into its darkness
and vacancy… searchingly

Later, past midnight,
as I lay, either with
sleep or with music,
I wonder what I
was searching for…

written: December 14, 2010

Filed under: regarding myself

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