Last Song

From a very deep shadowy side of my nowhere,
on a very highest hump of the yellow white hill
of my nothing,
seeking for a temporary forgiveness
for no reason,
inhaling pinky milk of endless warm
or shocking soft
summer
evening,
no thoughts- no doubts- no numbers,
I hear.
green grass is popping from a wild laugh-
all windy drunken bells.

and bleeding and bleeding and bleeding.

that's my permanent,
everlasting
LOVE song.

one of my LOVE songs.

the last.