12.11.15-cut

casually smashing a

wine glass

in my face

because you heard your master call

love me 

discard me

when your master calls

you met

him

in the desert 

a nameless old man

never once made 

talk

about

who had your trust

who had your  heart  

who  had you in the

 back of gallery

your love 

is no secret in all these 

circles

your love never stops even when your master fails

your love  turns to dust in an old mans cup

now

cut 

I run