A night bird
I was
walking around pianos and jazz
around wrinkles and eyes
around whispers and grimms
around headlights and taxies
but now I'm tired
of so much blue
light
projected in the coffee lees
filtered through the cigarette smoke
hidden under the lip
that wants to kiss
with lipstick-dirty teeth
my eyes hurt
of so much solitude
amongst you
I have passed
searching for me

don't give me the thermometer
it is the hour
at which I rise
my supraego
it is the hour
at which I mesure my blood pressure
with the pen
it is the hour
at which I take my pulse
with the razor

run
while you still have time
to save
the rainbow in your tie
the red in your temple
your white skin
upon which stretches
the violet dark ring
the blue eye
shuts
black
coffee lees

my eye opens
with time
and I see you
dancing
between the tables
with unloaded baterries
and damaged lighting
and the shell
of all questions
not answered
the shell opens
condemning to black
the night bird