terça-feira, 18 de dezembro de 2012

Moby dick


Moby dick
You think I´m a disaster.
Maybe it´s so.
Like moby dick overturning ships
that persist in whale´s woes.
...
my salt rain hits you as if from ablow hole.

You think i´m a disaster behold and lo.
Yet not another poet´s lunch have I stolen.
Yes it´s pure my wealth in words,
I expand on my hunch like a swollen serpent.

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