Four coins in his pocket,
four coins and four dreams
the bottom of the bottle ...
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Jack flies over the rooftops of Rome,
flies and whispers words of love
curves to the shadows of the evening.
Sometimes
touches the ground and sits on the porch.
sits and counts: one, two, three, four ..
The minutes, hours, seasons fleeing
and hurried steps
who relished the warmth of the nest.
Four coins in his pocket,
four coins and four memory
in light of the lamppost ...
Jack goes to the streets naked,
goes and puts butts and fragments' universe
burnished in the bag.
squints into the oblivion of night, chasing trains
without stop.
Cartoons shriveled and binary
tracks and even dust.
And a trip under the stars.
Four coins in his pocket,
four coins and an ode on ...
Occasionally a crescent moon
dreams cradle on the bottom of the bottle,
asleep on the bench
Jack smiles ....
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