This poem must be about loneliness. As usual it goes back a few decades. It leaves me perplexed because the title has to be significant but how? It must refer to crocodile tears, false, and effectiveness, not false...Oh, well, I give up. Anyone with an interpretation of this crazy, mixed-up kid?!

I can do nothing more than catch the silence now.


You're gone like pearls dropped down

but stars cavort complacently.

They are a bitter irritant.


Wind needles me.


Although you're gone,

although I toss poetics to the wind,

strained stars are falling

and at once I start re-reading noisily

lest silence swallow me like efficacious tears and crocodiles.


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