Smoking long cigarettes did not compensate for
the loss, inhaled, with hot air between her lips
Remained untasted for aeons of time
There is a figure behind those curtains
slowly vanishing through grey curling clouds
Like memories, blurring
Grey ashes, extinct fires
Silently, she sings an obituary on chances never taken
and the waste of youth, untouched by the hands of time
What if the past was an ashtray full of longings?
Slowly fading out the lights and glimmer
Dry leaves rolled up and burned
Burn the poems!
Burn them!
After all, they are just sticky graves of thoughts!
(And they end up in Purge-a-tory)
I cannot participate in happiness
I
cannot
I
cannot feel my desires thriving inside me
or the longings pining over between my legs
and I
cannot
I
cannot taste the yearnings intruding my lips
like my mouth tempting to kiss imaginary feathers
but I
cannot
I
cannot blare that I want you
LIFE
that I want you inside me
twining between my legs
I
love you
oh I
yes I do
I wanna devour you
you must taste so good!
pencil & watercolors on paper / gimp for chruch-window-effect
I saw you shivering on a blue velvet carpet, lying beneath the orchid fields.
While I was chanting my Mantras after the Goldrush and further.
Was it you, or was it me?
Time is useless!
But once upon a time, I knew, yes, it was you; breathless.
And once upon a time it was me, reckless; enchanting I knew.
As time goes by and who will know and why?
I saw you shivering twice and thrice. Underneath the golden blanket, wrapped around your toes.
While I was delivering flowers to the masses, you made shambles out of rose petals, silently.
So I counted Mantras again. Thrice and Twice. But my vision blurred.
Strange colours emerged from the bottom of our hearts.
What did you mention time was like?
A face is something untouchable outside of yours.
A face is not there. Like words not uttered, unspoken.
Will I ever know? Will you? Ever is a long word.
Finally, I close my eyes because my vision commences to fail. A dazzling haze befalls my senses.
Time is countless. Will I ever touch you? Ever is a long word for people longing! Time is endless.
Everything else is not. A mantra is endless. While I chant it, my vision recurrs and all I see is
an icon of decay
To be Square
or not to be Square ?
I don`t care
this is not a Square
it only seems to be..
jannuary 2010
