Insofar
The sea moves away from me
Shan't a woman be named tonight?
For the roses to be reborn
The little child must cry out some blood.
Rushes the soft finger of the sky
Upon my wary lips
Beneath the river there's some truth also
Shan't the God be renamed again?
The unfinished meaning
Au naturel my little skin
All through my body I'll speak
Of some old poisonous winter.
Between your eyes a kind of snow
Melts again and again
Dicey mouth besides me kisses
Only empty spaces
Our fingers are close enough
To touch each others for ever.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Vacations
Corpses spliced
Spry spring
To whom they pry?
Colorful ambience
Bees
We shall pay no fees.
Spry spring
To whom they pry?
Colorful ambience
Bees
We shall pay no fees.
Megas
My last megaflop
Written in the wall
Of my bedroom
I erase it
I crush down my house
Where I'm gonna live now?
Megabugs, megagirl,
Would you land me your hand?
Would you like me
as the dealer does?
Would you please
Save me from the miasma,
From the deranged icons,
From the deep rain?
Written in the wall
Of my bedroom
I erase it
I crush down my house
Where I'm gonna live now?
Megabugs, megagirl,
Would you land me your hand?
Would you like me
as the dealer does?
Would you please
Save me from the miasma,
From the deranged icons,
From the deep rain?
Enamelled horse
Behind the brier
The enamelled horse
Undistinguished by the flurry mist
Waits the dawn of lacquer.
The enamelled horse
Undistinguished by the flurry mist
Waits the dawn of lacquer.
Praying furlough
Oftener we'll pray furlough to
These two kind gentlemen
To let us see the river and the sun
Since our love subheads
New paths and kingdoms
These two kind gentlemen
To let us see the river and the sun
Since our love subheads
New paths and kingdoms
Mis
Oh, don't misnomer,
Right at this weird juncture,
All we've got and had.
Miscarrying could take off
From my heart or brain.
Inveighing your name
Right at this plane stone.
Oh, how could I forget your face?
How could I misspell your heart?
Right at this weird juncture,
All we've got and had.
Miscarrying could take off
From my heart or brain.
Inveighing your name
Right at this plane stone.
Oh, how could I forget your face?
How could I misspell your heart?
Right on to you
The high crevasse led me
To your wide open l...s
Fixing my face on to
Your liquefied being
To your wide open l...s
Fixing my face on to
Your liquefied being
In the sea
Jimmy, Jimmy, in the southern galley
Sleeping and whipping in a dark cabin
Ain't angels looking and caring?
Mom and daddy loving in the bunk
Go to starboard, c'mon, left is port
Ain't angels waiting and caring?
Jimmy, Jimmy, walking through the alley!
Sleeping and whipping in a dark cabin
Ain't angels looking and caring?
Mom and daddy loving in the bunk
Go to starboard, c'mon, left is port
Ain't angels waiting and caring?
Jimmy, Jimmy, walking through the alley!
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Sweet derision
Sweet derision of the reader:
Because it is for you
My ever fancied beloved
That I write badly and painfully
Under this slight light of the white candle
And for you it is also
The death of the pencil in my hand
And the white of my mind
When I think about your body
And in your soft woman's bosom
But it will not leak
In the silence of the night
A tear of poetry
On my lips in panic?
I will shout your name
In the ardent dawn
And nothing in the whiteness
Of the herb will say
That it was me!
Oh, it's the night! It's
The night already!
And in the white skins
Already everything has been written once.
Because it is for you
My ever fancied beloved
That I write badly and painfully
Under this slight light of the white candle
And for you it is also
The death of the pencil in my hand
And the white of my mind
When I think about your body
And in your soft woman's bosom
But it will not leak
In the silence of the night
A tear of poetry
On my lips in panic?
I will shout your name
In the ardent dawn
And nothing in the whiteness
Of the herb will say
That it was me!
Oh, it's the night! It's
The night already!
And in the white skins
Already everything has been written once.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Wind & us
The night brought with itself a thousand of nostalgic groans
Between the rocks of the world. And I shouted between them, I was
Put to bed on a limestone and the wind was whirling petals of
Black roses and bees of fire.
And you were a dampness in the face,
Pure dew, white dawn, going and coming with the surge
Of the night, like a raft balancing beams in the twilight.
And you had smell of mire numbed in the time,
And your face was reflecting my deceptions, early in the morning,
You were crying without consolation.
The river hurries, today, in its eternal circled trip
Around our heresy of prohibited love. The river,
And the petrified fishes lost in its deepness,
The branches of the old palms, they all fly!,
Broken by the ferreous wind that furrows our faces.
Between the rocks of the world. And I shouted between them, I was
Put to bed on a limestone and the wind was whirling petals of
Black roses and bees of fire.
And you were a dampness in the face,
Pure dew, white dawn, going and coming with the surge
Of the night, like a raft balancing beams in the twilight.
And you had smell of mire numbed in the time,
And your face was reflecting my deceptions, early in the morning,
You were crying without consolation.
The river hurries, today, in its eternal circled trip
Around our heresy of prohibited love. The river,
And the petrified fishes lost in its deepness,
The branches of the old palms, they all fly!,
Broken by the ferreous wind that furrows our faces.
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