Night
you are dark...
I'll never be a pillow under your head,
easing you to sleep at night, right mother...
I came to be the shadow behind your back,
the shadow underneath your feet...
This Christmas time, when winter came around,
dear Michael saw some snow in P and Q...
I was peeled
into the shape of a human...
Like honey dripping from a honeycomB
Oh you saw me, there, in the open for yoU...
One cloudy day,
I was about to drown...
I believe
the Shakespearean language...
I’m like a grocery’s cart being pushed
around a store...
Oh Texas! Oh Texas! Being reckless, I see
It’s all for a freedom that does not exists...
Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...
No later than the clock could tick a new hour,
I hid near dusty shelves...