the machine!
transport me
to the rolls of Joyce
No literature
on ligature
the pincers
I squeeze the universe with…
…into a fragile image
I, the volatile rose
choose the abyss
for peace
Depart!
despite,
there is no echo.
On your footsteps
Depart!
let the guide
you lose
sum the paths
together
as a brain
Then… Report!…
Back to life.
9
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The flighty dame stood over the Brooklyn bridge contemplating a suicide note
whence came the angel of death and already biased by her golden misery
gave her a novel instead.
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Jealousy is a window,
slut,
and half open to me.
Corpses I recruit in the wake of love
never realise I don’t exist.
On this private street, venting songs
I have known many whores.
They come like saturn ringing around my glow.
My plans are evermore transparent and shows me the spineless.
Listless and removed
from [...]
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Places to go.
Reluctant with a pretty face
daily amorphous delicacy
in a grasshopper’s leap from my skin
I am roaming
beating the books
as the rare searches its muse.
Eum.
The best unfound way out
is the pact of life with scissors,
the union of my both sides:
amphibian and nocturnal.
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You reel me towards the strange
deviation in the rustling of the city
you hang like a crocodile skin bag
on the burning alabaster shoulder
I would love to kiss farewell
as if a person.
9
November 14, 2009 – 04:51
I was slowly disemboweling the intricacies of time.
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