Cold Darts of a Beatnik Aquaintance

You toss them out carelessly
At everyone who passes by
You must've sharpened them
so you know

There isn't much to understand
Each dot a little hole in my heart
You are obviously done with it
so you know

It's the line between saying
What you feel, or not saying
What you feel. The silence
is cold and sharp and real

A flor y espino