Poetry

A golden bullet will bite 
the adolescence for the sake of 
prudence. Inebriated 
everybody wanted to go in a state of bliss. 
 
It was a targeted killing 
of a dream. Redolent of a prophet 
who will not answer the call 
of a burning dune. 
 
The holy moonless night will wash 
the sins of a city today. I am not 
going to meet the death tonight. 
I am the eye and I am the nude. 
 
Like truth on the other side of 
exhibits. Pure beak was ready 
to eat a virgin lie. Again we are 
sitting to solve the mystery of adultery.