Poems Castrated, some

#000 In "City That Does Not Sleep"
Lorca sings or warns

The living iguanas will come and bite
the men who do not dream
.........
.........
Let there be a landscape of open eyes
and bitter wounds on fire.
No one is sleeping in this world.
No one, no one.

I have said it before.
No one is sleeping.
But if someone grows
too much moss on his temples
during the night,
open the stage trapdoors so he can see
in the moonlight
the lying goblets, and the poison,
and the skull of the theaters


*ofcourse this I only searched out after
the Timothy ‘Speed’ Levich"
scene from waking life