30 May 2012

The Lover's Tree House _ a little bit of monument for poetry






Somewhere in a Film’s map, in the Future of 2013

It's six o'clock in the morning, or silence past six, I can't remember.

The drawing of the city has one line on it and is now left without any passengers whatsoever.

It seems that light forgot the time of day and shadows search for their identities.

Horizons are hiding themselves from the sky,

a beam of light leans on the wall of a Giant

and proposes to him a walk in the city.

In the middle of it all sits a future without an umbilical cord,

whose aim is to inhabit the shadows on 300mm ochre walls,

use the rain as a means of communication

and keep all the tables of the city out into the light.

The drawing of the city has one line and a staircase on it.

But I'll put a ramp.

The sun might be disabled tomorrow.