Violent Milk
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1 min readApr 20, 2019
Music emerges from windows:
piercing sighs, voracious lips,
precocious laughter, naivety.
Thirst commands the thoughts
of gray-haired poets.
Bizarre violent milk bubbles
up from the depths of heaven.
Complacent observers
see the stars sinking
from exhausted dreams.
Minor chords fade to memories.
The lowing cattle expire,
feeling down so low.
The melody continues
exactly as different.
Listen with demanding ears.
Thirst for more than most.
Drink up. It’s good for you.
2016