Some Nights (Poem)

Forest silences
of the dimly lit skies
and the undeveloped silence
of the craters on the moon
define the fevered winds
of the icy night here.

The coldly metabolism
raise some orphaned moods and
half-real drowsiness.

The monotonous
starry nights and lights of Vincent Van Gogh
and the caffeine fjords along with
snow of silentium define
the muteness of glaciers.

Ancient nights and adolescent mornings
take a turn in a cruel rhythm
like a cold roulette wheel of the casino.

The nothingness of socialist nights
is really something to watch.

So much of stubbornness and

— Drunken star.

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