In Kuwait
a sheep is slaughtered...
On some mornings I stole birds.
I opened my eyes...
....and I was wrong.
this pocket feels heavy...
See calm in me
through glass reflections...
I know how lonely,
you must feel...
There was no fog
just shades of gray...
You wield your
tongue like an assassin's...
I set fire to dusk hours.
Clouds of poison...
You sang
only for me...
I fear
the shafts of dawn...
i remember that day vividly;
he looked at the price tag of...
To have
someone raise their eyebrows...