[last poet looks at the wall]

 [last poet looks at the wall]

Last poet looks at

 BLACK WALL

in his living-room

 

BLACK CACKLES

and THREATS

are heard from behind

Last poet

wishes to defeat them

using his white pen

 

BLACK WALL

gently smiles

to please him

Some café NOIR

and sugar

Last poet

is in doubts

BLACK WALL

could delete

all his dreams

his hair could be

BLACK

only to mark him

closed in confinement

doma

zu Hause

at home

 

BLACK WALL

shall keep

 BLACK HOPE

for the last poet

carelessly  scribbled

from the top right

to the top left

from dizzy header

To insane footer

 

BLACKNESS

is his shadow-line

it’ll never let his

heart become unclear

 

BLACK WALL

is to embrace him

together they’ll take

action for the change

and have fun

and cook up

something cool

 “May the Force be with you”

poets

 

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