ROYAL BLUE LIGHT
Carabinieri Morocco blue
light Italian focus : 'my wife
is an artist of the delicate kind.'
The slow wind rustles the curtain,
and (I notice) the same fabric
covers her face. Every day is
different. I have to listen to
something new. (The light
is royal blue).
-
The best men around us learn to
curse : forward and well, coarse
as hell. Fuck you and stop the
waiting - let the bleeding cease.
-
There are no truths, yet only verities.
Does that make any sense to you?
Now I see a candle burning in the
room - I think to myself - far too
close for comfort to that thin blue
fabric still covering her face and
arms. 'My wife is an artist,
of the most delicate kind.'
(The light is royal blue).
(The light is royal blue).
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