habit consumed
and vacuous. A road is not an abyss but
know you can not help.
friend when you get and if you can.
I look sad, and taller
afraid to smile you do not send me to hell
least.
The courage that my friend away
that comes into my room with her voice singing
flies nearby
when one marries the power of the ether
network the computer is not poetry but poetry
it alone.
As I write I look out greetings from radio
the boy smiles at me sad at the window.
ClĂ for Iasmina