Murger Tomb

Murger Tomb
Henri Murger, Cimetiére de Montmartre, Eylül 2015

Thursday, August 14, 2025

For Ben


Here it comes

Tamtam of the alarms

Sun rise for the ones 

Who open their eyes

Today starts

In her arms

For once

It will be nice


Dark times

will pass

Don’t cross

the lines

Lies 

Won't last

Lost souls

were us

She knows 

the source

And It’s

yours


Night falls

He walks

Moves the pawns

As if they’re his own

He likes chess

More than sex


Wise?

He never was

Smart? Yes

Always

Stars

Shine

He finds

The lights

He smokes

But it stops 

Takes drugs

Until it’s gone

It’s fine

Until he’s done


The heart grows

Here she goes

It makes 

no sense

We hold hands

Until it ends


For Ben

 

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