I could have fallen in love with a chair

but you sat down

under the femur clock

you took my eyes for doors

 

my ghosts melted with the rain

a few slow stones were left

that danced and turned

you didn’t have eternity on every floor

 

I could have fallen in love with a chair

but you sat down

under the femur clock

I sorted the rains by colour

age range and temperature

 

I left your eyes and all hope with the suitcases

at the company counter

and returned to the belly of the devil

following the green moon of great occasions,

you asked me for the colourless path

the way to contagion

 

so through an ancient keyhole

I showed you the real life after

the other side rubble and shards of the river

loaded with souls and angel sap from all countries

united to make words and heads fall

toss a coin

 

I could have fallen in love with a chair

but you sat down.