Marlovian

Zilch can hurt me I don’t see coming my cigarette lights a speckled inferno which encircled me zippo accessorized a resurrected Jesus bearing the weight of life’s heavy cross I could sw…

As I slowly Wandered through the Marche des Enfants Rouge I recollected that the colour red was the Christian tint of charity & also the colour of my lipstick which was not about giving out but…

We gaze across sunshine & flowers our desire is such a rose its scent impregnates hours

Like the mouth of an infant seeking its mother’s breast my lips encircled a cigarette & calm in my chamber stole

Feathers come to my balcony they sing and shimmer bright radiant souls sigh and glisten freeing my thought from night

The Nazi dissed me I told him You’re a nice boy but rather stupid what is this? being undermined?? I don’t smile stuff off from an empty vessel in which the contents are looking for the…