What I see is
imperfection
in the eyes of
Elevator.
John is sleeping.
John is kicking the ball.
Dear Papa,
why the cosmos is
the cosmos.
The reverence shines through
my hole.
The whole swimming pool was left in the ocean.
Dear Papa,
please tell me how to
have
sand.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
I once stood before her mouth, her outdoors,
it rained heavily cause Heaven cried
for me, Its privileged citizen,
the man who killed God
and released It from
His reign.
And she stood.
Just once before I
silently turned into the
coconut.
My soul flew into the darkness
of her mouth and haunted her yellow teeth.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
Manotello, olto tello, molto bene,
alta.
Never known before we go
before we go, we will sensor.
Acradabdakhrabra lies near
since we ended up in here.
Indios Bravas for you, people,
cause we’re crying
as Salvador died.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC