break up poem

the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
high walls and huge
very well, you liberals
do the boys and girls still go
the old songs
this is the arsenal
at dawn, he said
tell me less or tell me more
often i think of the beautiful town
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
the snow whispers about me
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
so fallen
if i had known how narrow a prison is love