Tonight wind is the narrow banner of our souls!
Its
wisdom is always new, just like Iggy Pop
When who gave two hoots, reciprocal as anything
We
want, celebrate anything we want—yes we told
Us
this, all we want is only one cheek one leaf or
Kisses all the flowers in great grandmother’s garden.
Because
our spirit rinsed with the tongue with no
Sayings,
with no mandatory tempests of naked
Unheard
of heights of incompatible incompleteness.
O
such long words worthless in the long run is what
We
wish our parents could just fucking understand.
And
if we say tomorrow moves us not one leaf
Nor
kisses every flower so as to give us names
Well,
then, we’re waiting for a priest, for our man.
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