London

London

Sweet Thames, runs roughly
Cause moment is umberable.
Can’t stand it, neither under.
Show against time our battle.

I know so little about flowers
But cry when a single touch touch my eyes.

If poetry jumps from these waters
It is because humilty has gone to pies
And humanity buried with apples

So much apples
And so bitter pies

The way you shake
Reminds me the oders
And the bleeding from their back.
The time claws,
And the way it lashes.

From British and Natural History Museums
Through National Gallery and Tate Modern
Can (everyone) fly above our time
See its melting point
And fall with its weight

The green places make we sit
And admire how can life exists
And why must a tree grows
Ignoring ubiquitary flows

All the corners, your meanders
Show the curves
Wheren we recover conscience
The conscientiousness of time
And vice versa.
The reality from the Unreal city.

Biu
15/08/2003