Recherche
good evening, warmth, here i am again
enticed by the presence of light
i’m obviously here and all your pretence
of accident just makes me love you
(i see through you, or not quite) love you
control has pushed my head convex – or is concaine ?
chance that gurgles like a picket fence
brushed by a sausage of my watery sight
snow falls through moon light
smile on the moon
enchantment returns
i am on the moon
twinkling reflections
a horse neighs an organ plays
looks like it
the balloon ascends
my father is killed by a sack of sand
it’s just something i was thinking of
’ballast’ i write in the answer
smoke blows through
the flakes of snow
moonsnow flames
it can be no plainer
a lion in the corner of the room
welcome back, lion
you are telling me to invest in oil ?
no, you are telling me that you are a lion
rolling in off the sea
for the first time
no kind of emotion
waiting around
despite tinted eyeglasses
his muscular hindquarters
didn’t fit
the leather seat
keeping him glowing
to heat the room
would accelerate decay
worshipping the wrong god
when they started
dying wasn’t so much
after a little combing
and the max ration
there were no abstentions
from darkness to darkness
against the rectangular opening
in the deserted street a
slip of paper
gripped my hand
but the wide swathe around it
could only come from a wet brain
punched into the snow
as consciousness came back
there was a couch
a substitute body of mine