goodness

bites bites bites
the interpretation was bad
don’t be deceived by the sound
my flesh.

S3

pink fly
arriving
eyes

 

zone

the colour positions itself within the rescue operation, very politely.
i moved the asphalt inside the mars room after i ended the apple.

outside

bats fly above us today in the changing shades of blue
the ducks in the morning became two
you saw your son seeing you
i need to hide the wire tomorrow

the sheep’s tongue touches the air within the people that comes in.

christmas

a trolley sleeping on the frozen lake
left the wet ground of last year’s story
the sounds of boiling tea coming
to the call of cream from the sale of snow
from one’s return, should ducks gather
in the stillness of the grey hall

r

words longer than the red traffic light
missing seagulls sweeping roofs
the sink is choke with voices
to tame the man’s hairy tooth

p

 a sweep of hair
moving chairs
throwing cares
what do we share
but the love of dares
in our picnic pears

v

under the night
with cries of light
the blind kisses
his lost bride

1.2

the cripple sat down
mumbling into voices
forgiving neighbours
in his clear glasses, when
matters are concern
warm regards lies
over last generations
of repetitions, roses.

25

the sound of wind
strolling in my ears
with wet socks under my feet
i crawl myself
into black sheets

t

over the same fire
in curls of laughter,
swan followers
have no muscles,
but joints.

d

this weather, race
a wind chase
heavy breathing
penetrating
cheers of rain
cascading into
the pride of light.

c

he closely wets
a leaking wound
hearing gently
fingering through
some air
to repair

e

to be beside,
the heart lies
inside, inside
the music cries.

r

in the blue hour
searching for sleep
the duck sits
on purple flowers
forgetting its colour.

o

hearing a sunny sound
the moon went closer
to the time among clouds
only but she found
dusty shades of bolt.

s

with my condensing eye
i feel your shrivelled fingers
slipping through the slits of darkness
into the catchment of colours
where puddles of emotions
dry across, my pale blind soul.

,

baby the oyster
pram the mother
fish the father
rain the pacifier
walk the weather
slow the faster
fast the slower

b

the ship does not go further than the water
draining between trees, folding the master
into layers of mosses that enters his veins
when more than planks keep trying to go over.

n

showering with close eyes
my pores leak out ice
after i am naked
my tongue is dry.

s

cold sunflowers
switch off the light
the animal tonight
stays warm inside

F

the bath soap is drowning
in flaps of thirsty water
coming without a towel
reaching not under
but deeper, and nearer
a fish is swimming
in my face powder
please do not you litter
there is moisture
the shore has stones.

1

a map
knows
no way
only
to be
away
a way
away