samedi, 17 septembre 2011
DOWNTOWN VERTIGO
Poets are criminally insane
They wash the walls
With blood on their hands
Painting light with a shotgun
They love the délicate flavour
Of the genocide
Those murderers of the night
Writing pyromaniacs tags
On empty beaches
So please don’t forget
To come unarmed
In their bloody dreams
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