George Got His Gun

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Spilled gasoline smell and your view
Terrified — I can see from the metal cage.
How do water drops are kissing and flowing down
hanging around your blonde curls.
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The thought, restlessness
sorrow, love, desperation …
All that drills my skull and enters the brain.
Road, dream, tiredness, and fervor of yearning …
I became a piece in the dragon’s womb.
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Crawling in the muddy universe
I’m rolling through the memories,
Hypnotized by your heels
as they leave the circle where I lie.
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The tired rain is washing my consciousness
on the shore of a sleepy lake.
While through the bubbles of hope
love gets out the lake huge and slimy
and eats me hungrily and quickly
with the creaking tooth.
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