lunes, 17 de mayo de 2010

My blood’s puddle

My blood’s puddle

I’m like a bird without nest

A flagless soldier

A king without reign


Then I can say

The whole planet

Is my residence


And because

I’m a boss to none

I’m everybody’s brother


Is so ephemeral and small

My blood’s puddle

I’m afraid


I can’t invite

People to drink

From it


Neither advice people

The danger

Of to be drawn in it


And since flags

Don’t tell anything

To me


I wouldn’t offer my blood

To stain flags

For any cause


I’m so honest

I can confess:

I do prefer instead:


To have: coffee, beer

Cigarettes and sex

With a beautiful partner


May she be

An already known love

Or somebody to be learned

VABM May 17, 2010

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