Saturday, June 17, 2017

We cannot be so frank & shocking





as incomprehensible lizards
repeating themselves to rhododendrons

We will always shake the palm trees
a centuple centipede
continues gnawing at skulls

It'll know when to jump
into this cultural encounter
where we end up despising each other

Yes, he who does not like it
can put on his clothes & shake the semicircle

What difference does it make
why should we care …
oh, the glass of God
oh, the verse of God as God
and this fucking supernatural reverie

The Cyclops play
with the corpse of our sadness
in this dead goodbye

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