Au Hasard Balthazar


anonymous letters
son and holy ghost
if you want her, pay

they say you hide your gold
stripped, beaten and locked in
your father suffers.
In mythology

Envy and jealousy
Looking for what’s mine.
but you’re the murderer
poor beast. Two months

life is a fair, a market
everything swept away
my pleasures and sorrows
you can’t explain love.

I wanted to draw the fangs
receive the salt of wisdom
You’d be my only love
now i’ve told you everything


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