S K E T C H

I killed missed with the last bullet
of explosions silenced bereta
--if 'that day' never existed
but why should lie word marriage?
swallow defeat, opponents cheer win
the moon was sliding as opium
mist once the opium that penetrates
obscure wall space and time 
who am I, unless asked who hunt responsibility
or the weak against fear 
then silence again present
sharper and heartbreaking
he only sketches that never finished
fall like dry twigs abandoned wind
season: "there is no longer any debt or appointments
carried off, all-cash up here "
I stabbing hope in the eyes of the samurai
before it tears into rain
be revenge and
flood
flash ....


 Agats – Asmat, Juli 27th, 2012