Don't believe the dark

​- Don't believe the night is dark because I'll paint it yellow
You'll be the star in stark contrast with the constellations of motherhood and dispossession
I'll dog myself and howl at you, unrepentant


- Silly you! To paint stable relationship you need the stability of lunar seas
I am quite tired to have my water broken by ravenous angels who are angry for love and so on
When your daughter grows she can flog you because of your inactions


- Unheard were her cries because the children in the park were so rowdy
Then the dark came, and all the men in the borough felt the remembrance of love
I locked the back door and even the mouse droppings along the canal cannot fall on deaf ears
Maybe we should hire wailing women and pretend a funeral parade


-That would be too dark and I need a love which is customary
A love which comes in stripes of men who are defeated and redefine the self
They have no tongue but quest for egos and tabula rasa


In emotional constipation live fathers after birth that so much giving leave them emaciated and
ladies don't understand that the toddler sucked their flesh
Of course woman feels unloved and so man misunderstood
How much more? How much more? How much more?