Oct 29, 2014

song of a ventriloquist

song of a ventriloquist
11.12.1993. 0583

I do not understand
why homes
 of the continent
 are permanently silent?
where goes my head,
when  I go mad,
when I drown?
wind gets dirty from me,
from nastiness I swallow;
while I knock off the  night
like a thief iron trot
I heap up  horizon ,
and wander through the battlefield

who manages this sinking ship? -
that sails sunk
all scattering the distance.
night is cold like the blink of an eye of a snake;
Titanic floats and sinks
destroying everything in its path

 I do not understand
why homes
 of the continent
 are constantly  silent

and for whom?

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