THE ABSINTH’S UNDERGROUND
The gears of the emptiness and the pains of are regret a mat of strongest oblivion
They lock up there ideas and move to the centre of it …the sunset of hunger and faith
Shows a new concrete cemetery where heart can hearse the subs etude
Of a violent strongest nightmare the moths are gulping in my pockets
Where the sea had lessons his thirst …a dove follows the heat and cry’s all night
Like a compass of bewildering voices they know the longing of fire
The law has premonitions and follows the drunken goodness …I measure
