VrijMiBo door je tepel
Passing the American graveyard, for my birthday
the crosses stuttering, white on tropical green,
the years’ quick focus of faces I do not remember...
The palm trees stalking like deliberate giants
for my birthday, and all the hot adolescent memories
seen through a screen of water...
For my birthday thrust into the adult and actual:
expected to perform the action, not to ponder
the reality beyond the fact,
the man standing upright in the dream.
Prettig weekend. En be nice enzo.
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Nog steeds weekend, nog steeds bier, nog steeds nieuwe stijl
