Some are fleeing under the water
others fill large baskets with stones
they can not escape the beating
of their delicate faces
to keep the peace they kiss
The Big Foot and build
a prison
that none of them
manage to break out of
they are located in the labyrinth
sick-listed and collecting
to a bottle of wine
some are singing erotic songs
dancing in the large shadow
and listening to the drums
others run stop nowhere the road
they circle around each other missing their persecutors
Mikael Ejdemyr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amy-winehouse-4/
