I am o/
ne who gets a girl
with wall in her mind
and the words know;
I’d like a dream
I undress perhaps
from your whine
a house-sized w
rites
a crack of midnight
life-long hairs of
a brief history
the brass rail of
death’s eyelashes
straight hanging
from your whine
The dry burned bird
wings closing
you rained salt
a pant of seas
it became sleepless
swimming in October’s night,
une nuit d’oct,
October’s prop
turned out
dans happening
savoir exepté
their eyes: twin
qui regardent rappella
that our plans
qui’l n’y avait
that these twins
pur eux, aussi toujours
I’ve said:
in every toilet
bridges flow
in countryside
this happened
I’ve said:
in every toilet
The President paralyzed
in countryside
This happened
in every toilet
words arrive
in a story now
and tires on,
forced time on
fireworks only
kept opening
was
a woman
time the woman
door in a
bedroom and
up countenance
beaches with
her skirt and
the houses,
the trees…
…or doors
have forgotten
their names
whereas I have
what it takes:
a name you will
ignore
what it is,
the requiem?
she thinks,
wiping sweat,
cigar left
there between legs,
moment painting
the lips
the silken eyelashes,
of time, to incline
it’s glory
has two shots
next screen
collar wrenched
open there
was some
encountered sight
…that was no-ones
but her fault
I’d lie to tell
I’m having myself a
part of her
who insists their names
and
then the perfection
that she is
only needs
- also wants -
event
at the rain
