blood music                                                                             

Music is a refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.

Emil Cioran

running into numbness    cities with no memory

at the beginning was...

I am carrying you happiness up

on my tongue

a bloody word

we were young moving ahead loosing our hair

shadows

in old uniforms         —plenty of songs

but no music—

until the day         until we hit the rock

: our own vastness

you said we were real and yes you touched

at least

one sound with your solitary lips

blood music 2

It happens—

rush home rush to your room       smell

of blood in the air     branches & leaves:

the falling

written in small letters     

When

did I arrive green-blue shadow

of the Earth

I can't stay

or move

Or bend            body on paper

the stars are recycling songs

hearts:

I came close

I am listening