Verdi

The seasons come and go

& the mistakes I make stay

haunting the living daylights

out of me

wheretofore

I know not why

Yet the silver moon

colours the clouds

dark grey chiaroscuro

Eyes

bewildered

stare

seconds pass by

and a yesterday

is and will be indescribable as we speak

For the fuckers to enjoy

a past

whose present brings

like when I see my neighbor’s lips

all red & shit

stepping down the stairs

whilst

I ignore it.

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