don’t call

“don’t call”.

they won’t find a mark
on your skin
left by her merciful lips.

the flying train is
on it’s way to the black hole.

the wishing well
for the irrelevant astronauts.
they bury their wet dreams in its
shallow waters.

“don’t call”.

they probably don’t know
where will be the next stop

an episode when you
finally found her.

standing in meadows
along the Gypsy brass orchestra
playing an obscene blues in
A minor.

“don’t call”.

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