NOCTURNUS

In the distance of darkness,

of a night stained thick white,

when feelings become impure,

                                  only you and I are left.

Me, in the midst of delusions and you...

  an incandescent black liquid.

You are a good, tasty, and bitter cup

                                       of burning coffee.

The hallucination is fluid,

clouds emerging from the cigarette.

I take care of you,

I savor you, I pamper you, I contemplate you and

               I admire you with disdain

because I know that you will kill me little by little.

Evoked and endless thoughts.

Endless story. Only your surreal portrait remains,

                              deformed by insomnia.

That’s why I keep for you a little

       friendship and moonlight

                 towards the future night

                       so that you illuminate my path...

                                        my verses.

Carlos Chatham     June 15th, 2003

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