9 de septiembre de 2012

The Absinthe


¡Absinthe! ¡Absinthe!
the waves of madness
the milky mad bones

Joline is playing
near the shadow

To be dead
is to be born
under the cover
loneliness bones
milk and sugar
speedy worms

No more veins
absinthy brain
to be the same
is to be stoned

Joline is singing
near the silence

¡Absinthe! ¡Absinthe!
¿where are my ladies?
inside my bones
there´s no wisdom
of life at all.


Scott Blake.