Джеймс Дуглас Моррисон
1. - без названия - [ГД#1]
The Wolf
who lives under the rock
has invited me
to drink of his cool
Water.
Not to splash or bathe
But leave the sun
& know the dead desert
night
& the cold men
who play there.
2. - без названия - [ГД#28]
Can you dig it.
My meet is real.
My hands - how they move
balanced like lithe demons
My hair - so twined & writing
The skin of my face - pinch the cheeks
My flaming sword tongue
spraying verbal fire-flies
I'm real.
I'm human.
But I'm not an ordinary man.
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