The flick…
You don´t see
But feel
Inside the
urban tissue
Craving
streets
It is
always prepared
DNAer of love
Some of its loses
Will make
you mad
And some of
its wins
The flick
You feel
inside
Like a 10,000
watts bass
It is above
all
Also flows inside
you
And me
And every
thing
It may like
It likes
beds
And prefers
white linen sheets
But will
make its tasks
On bare
grass
Ask masters
From Lao Tzu
and above
Why you´re
below?
And they
will tell you bored:
Because you
asked for more
Flickering
time
VABM October 1, 2011
Nice poetry
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