Intermittent Lunacy is the second book of poems from KiNo.
Currently it is unprinted and only exists as unique handwritten copies
- you may order from the store at the bottom of this page.
KiNo is currently making a poetry album by the same title and content.
It features his voice and a collage of extraordinary soundscapes composed to the poems.

#1

28/11/06 03:31

True to the melodies of death

someone is pulling the zipper through where I have been

in order to cloak a naked reason.

There is nobody, only soul.

#2

30/11/06 07:40

… And if ever before the great swallow of our existence,

this glistening awareness halts

the next pose in the eyelid will be eternal.

#3

02/12/06 04:18

A story that would replace me was handed to me from a manhole.

#4

02/12/06 03:32

… and her eyes were finally rapacious

from wanting…

#5

02/12/06 04:18

Museum of modern corpse.

Full of mute relics,

rotting in their regard.

Some of my ancestors would rather die a thousand deaths than being there.

#6

05/12/06 09:11

I must commit something more terrible than

manhandling former lovers!

Heist, my desire.

Big crime.

Uniformed in hypnose.

#8

07/12/06 17:08

This illusion has a future!

Avoiding fiction.

Shrapnel of truth skips gracefully on the ice rink of all hearts.

#9

10/12/06 06:49

I am a black swan

the ghoul of the moon

in a lacquered pond

I used to love a woman.

Her name comes to mind

when Ophelia slits her mouth to open a wound.

#10

10/12/06 18:12

Advancing towards a concrete idea in order to flatten my face.

Glaciers over this lucidity is a fantastic mirror!

I beget reality by each and every glance,

to forget that the climate inside me is a restless boy.

#11

11/12/06 19:23

We sail in the ruins and vessels,

impassible questions.

#12

13/12/06 03:41

We whiplash you with silent centuries,

hit you in the face with a few histories.

You will find us waiting at the wielding of a sharp tongue.

#13

14/12/06 05:30

Nothing itself is mentally together.

In the body,

inborn stupidity.

In the mind

unbecoming euphoria,

outliving something close to being a life. a lie.

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