For H. II

Blues for Blue Eyes

Cordon bleu on your plate

(and I think it must be fate)

doesn´t taste sweet

(so, isn´t it great?!)

 let´s beat

            you bastard in the love life.

 

Beaten you out

turned upside down

sucked out

(your compilation of love fight compares

one heart rhyme with combined

freaking out)

 

what´s that all about?

 

expectant silence,

Mind you,

it´s not me who seeks

ubiquitous sur-violence.

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