A tree
Half gold and
half green
Grown by a
cliff
Holding it
together with its roots.
A cliff
That keeps
falling off its own edge.
A heart breaks
And I notice I
have one.
The sunlight
Is spread on
the walls
Amsterdam craves
for Hungarian coffee
And a walk in
the park along the Hudson River.
I hug you like
a tree
And with the
third kiss I break free
From the unseen
sorrow that swells inside.
For a disturbed
sleep
You prescribe
to kill a poet.
And you kill me
With Korean
squid, Japanese beer
Mint gum and a
magnum waltz
Which I shall
save for another night.
That’s the
purpose of
Having a heart
Silently.
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