ALPHA NEBULA
"No, you could not waste away, you could not ask for highways on the first sounds of dawn or jump
over bottles and bottles of beer carrying heartbreaking intercontinental messages.
No, you could not forget the promise, the ominous smiles and gestures
of all the post its you sent out into the fields.
In them you wrote all the poetry, in them you drew all the souls,
in them you vanished all the gritty teeth and all the festered paws.
Now you look at me and tell me, with those black-hole-eyes-of-yours
that you don't see blackbirds' nests burning, everytime you enter my world."
(Birthday gift for my cousin Lili)
