interrupt

I am sad like a dead angel,
blue like a trumpeter-
I am the blue sand
in the blue night

I walk the desert of my world
in a smoky haze,
forgetting for a while
but I always remember,

the nights torn with madness and
the women who love
others.

- But I've always been here,
in front of this

if you knew how good it felt
then maybe you would do this too...

and now that the smoky haze has come
and finished,
so has the ending
of this
intermission
poem