The London Hours, 2012



there must be

a reason if wheels

move me


name road

camper or trip I’m

long gone I follow


the ones who go before

me no hesitation those

are the ones I choose


bony and matter fo fact

raiders of clouds and no pockets

hands on me eyes ahead


stop me now as I

long for you across

the fog on lenghtly roads


treading snow

seeing you reflected

a kaleidoscope on other arms


hands on a twist of words

on a puff of smoke

in my dreamy days


I wish you back when

we know better we are

not made for this time


no more

love no



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