by Yannis Livadas
I am not born enough yet;
Passing this night with Vin de liqueur
Inspecting pine needles.
I count the money; it’s less as ever
But the exact amount needed
For the unjustified journey of life.
All of my sayings
Take the words away
And violate them.
Waterworks are useless;
The eyes won’t fall off the face.
Only the death masks of the beggars
Rate gold.
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Yannis Livadas
Last updated October 29, 2022