(Seven, Saturday, December 4, 2010) _763
ALPHABETS
City when it is night and the steps are
blades cold and frost on the neck
city
hours thinking about it now
with all the lights turned off and dreams;
from this hill you see squatting as a fat cats
purring out of habit and lazy happiness.
City are looking for a radio station
music you want to mute
city walls forgotten
city suffocated by too many breaths of lung deaf
city and no city cigarette
frame itself
moon round the circus for the holidays
cake served
neon and ice clouds pass over asphalt,
inside views
written in unknown alphabets.
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