Francisc Pal - Cut

Cut myself with thin paper
And blood burst visible for whoever concerned
Showing no blue tendency.
After filling half demijohn
Heavens, didn’t discern
Even the everyday red.
Stubborn paint of my fluid
Was the one of a ghetto
Kind of black en’ white vague ratio
A mixture of cellulose
And Goodwill store bought
Unwritten words.

Francisc Pal

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