The Night Is For The Poets -A Poem by Count Humilusthesilenceofme.com dedicated to Nick
Waking up weak I thought too much in my sleep Snow floating heavy My red lighter is frozen The joint in hand useless The sky blue less If the nights are getting shorter, then who will write for you? Who will live for me? Daydreaming in the dark An empty glass An empty question Lost in our rippling reflection Found in our blatant deception Girls line up on the left now Drugs on the right Friends absent in time, Harboring past shadow’s shine Quivering lips Underrated fetishes Fusion of styles Clothes and music Girls and getting high Work and deep breaths True friends live forever True nights passed down It gets dark from time to time Us poets of the night We sleep the deepest in the brightest of lights © 2011 Count Humilus |
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Added on January 14, 2011 Last Updated on January 14, 2011 AuthorCount HumilusDriftingAboutMy interests include: Writing things Old cameras Records Raw Fish Typewriters Bernard Tapie Anglo Concertinas Instillations Filming movies The Pacific ocean .. more..Writing
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