Damaso

Rotten

A stabbing pain in my parietal region
makes me see hell
and heaven
the same radio
on a different frequency

Lying on the bridge
calm water
white floor peace
next to me
sleeps
the future

Why do my dreams
alter the world?
no one remembers
everyone is asleep

Turkish mulberry made me see
in the long conversation
love is also
rotten
and is born!