trees in the park
the crows had gone to sleep
i wanted to kiss you
and birds flew out of your mouth
no, small planes
with little men on speed
opening the lukes
spreading hatred
and tiny spaceships
dropping spiderwebs
the naked children
running and shouting
playing hide and seek
they were in bed too
it rained
and the park was deserted
not much light around
and it was near autumn
around us stood men
in white coats, maybe doctors
with blood seeping from their gloves
fencing barbed wire all around
the blackness in their eyes
was impenetrable
and we went to sleep
with ghosts under the sheets
it is too dangerous
to kiss you.
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