POETRY

It was a slow morning

a slow mornin, a slow mornin

slow like

slow

like death

which takes

sixty years or so

and now

and now

now

one wants

to make it slower

and slower

and slow

if one could

/

to eternity

like this mornin

slow like

slow panties

sliding

into slowly

slowly

stirring

/

and slowly

extends

and extends

and extends slowly

slow

with glory

glory and star

and slow is the eternity

/

Oh, slow down

slow

down, I want

my death

like sickness

slowly

slow

rising

raped, this

this mornin

it is

a slow morning, a slow mornin

after all

mornin

ing

/

10:30 in the morning / January 24, 2012
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