The boy who was a guitar

 

Have I built bridges

 

into the dark.

 

Did I scent life.

 

My plectrum

 

conquers

 

cities.

 

I airplay

 

a woman’s sex.

 

Autumn and spring

 

are

 

the same.

 

My dreams are built

 

on shame.

 

Uko Verhulst 25-11-2020