Lente onzin

een simpele seizoensdood
laat zich als laatste sneeuw
niet verschalken door
de schamele notie van vergetelheid.

gij keert weer
tot dan - bloemen op uw graf
zoals het hoort
in de nevelen van 't gratuite ritueel [des] doods.

knowledge

Sequester through the lines

wind

A road upwards, cold

My horizon’s worth –

The few steps we sold

To the core

and we bleed snow, cry out home.

So,

Windless mills on top of dreams

Care for a walk,

through the silence of screams

Or just abandon but stay close

Stay talk.

Stay the semi nude

                Carried in my glove.

Cradle the Thought

 

I'll only hurt tonight, hurt to sing a song
Microwave feed her thirst of being in my head
Torching the curtains as she dances along
on my masterpiece how I know I can play dead

-

Investigate the clouds shape shaft cock craft
blue sun goddess frees the legs to run away
into the arms of you were me you are I am laughed
wish me laying grass green sadness every day

-

My me mind and you were me you are I am waited for
bless the wish to wish to bless the foot licked
she roams you see don't be like that to me no more
and suddenly the trains burst away the floorboard kicked

-

What's the reason I can think a few
and more than ever it's a crime to think
and let it all fester some more and stew
who knows anything she does, lets drink

away the morning

rewiring

"Wiring thoughts thought wise"

Fragment Starts.

From the pretention of knowledge

comes nothing more but the muted scream

The injustice of synapses.

 Listen to it

but ignore the wisdom

so You can come back

with wise scissors.

And rape me back to clarity
the morning after memory
day after day.

Until you cut, there is selfneuroengineering.
Sleep with me, dreams offer sense.
Fragment Stops.

i have the distinct feeling

the rotation influences

you

.