Gość: Jan Mlyn
IP: 5.1R* / *.net81-65-242.noos.fr
07.07.02, 01:25
Casper Comes
At real or not home
With greed on my feet
Hunting only lobsters, away.
My brain used to stare at the door
Waiting, un-brilliant
Inverses reversed-purple circled hole.
He’s a drop of amber from my light
Fallen, stolen, about to be southern
Hanging between cream moonlight of nails.
My orange language to be forgotten
Like two quelling-heal-groves frozen still
Crushing feathers bubbles candle-liked [hare-licked].
Three steps of middle-name – sight of half-surprise
For this nowhere-boned face, cut-frame
Key to honey-commotion, grip of tear & glue.
As body (his) scrolls’n’slips, cuts like a narrow cartoon
Thin leaf of will, arrow one-way throat
About to begin, just issued fruit-core.
Hollow bottom of screamed boost-of-eye
Crossed by untrue lines of green velvet apologies – crush !
Melted by cruel cranes, pushed by pooh.
Browser of sausage, not to be meant short, any
Weird sleep got in the can of two-sided cars
Meadow of iced butter, milky engine weirdo too ; actually you
Chocolate fire of mine = hazelnut flame
My mon(k)ey-fruit drinker
Wake me full, creeping dust of sparkling hair
Waterproof stars down the crystal of yours
Playground blades ; rough-covered spaces
Bleed me out through ages of snow
Teen lemonade pushing me in
Grip on a soul, circle of steel
Real clue from last time to later
Miss this tensed time now, shower storage
Turned over moments-long to Nassau
Sliding still & gentle as I follow the drop ; the mighty one
An unusual grip, fairy touch, water of candle-flush
Speed of blank, hurry of no
Fur out of my mind
