November 2011
40 posts
Your hair is soft
white as dead grass
whispering, full of the eyes of old women
full of sighs
and hissing, the sea of your voice, its long
skinny arm
pleading with the sand, the tiny shells.
you wait by the church doors, all fringe
and rags, your hands are beggars
they cry from the steps
as i pass
left
like a treasure on a mountain, a dagger
honed in wind
high above the plain,...
Naked as an idol
Banned
I am lying under palm leaves
Buried alive
Infinite sky
Preoccupied by other things
Does one live on
After it’s over
Or is there some other way of existence
Or do only invisible traces of us remain
What does one do in paradise?
White
Solitary universe
Paths are quickly overgrown
Wounds never close
Under the palm trees of Eden
Buried the utopia
The...
behind the emperor
in long rows
we welcome him
it is an historical picture
of the first order
which shows us the motive
that first conquered the world
united together
master and slave
though the apple is rotten
the seed can still be used
heights of the children
and there first memory of pain
we study
the mark of their bodies
the twisting of tonuges
we must confess
that...
