i want to let my eyes fall down
till i see red veils i stand often in dim light chin up
with my legs small and kneeled
oedipal slits never eroding
a little sage across my bed solely an ode to cleansing

serpent valentine
forever blinded and biting its way through
two layers of black cotton
venomous overtime king with scepter
my neck ornamented almost a warning for casualties

a mindless centenary every second written down on paper
falling notes a rhythm difficult to follow
a corner unfolding metaphysically
toothless symbolism softly smelling of super mist

grey magic
conch shell
chest floored
binary pair of hands collapsing ten seconds at a time
pentacles carved into city-clogged skin
reconnecting to fire almost within reach of
combustion

i often have to search not long but
very hard to find a little integrity left
in my body
and when i wake up i am completely confused because
evening and morning are two loose ends of
the same black hole

every night i lose the feeling in my legs
washed up jelly legs
every morning i wake up all solidified
it takes me over five hours to seal my sheets

"under trees which are still bravely
competing against autumn"
there, i stole your sentence
what's it going to be then, eh?

****** anarchist
we live in a power house greater than this world
i crawl through a hidden door in the attic
little metal plate on my chest
two lightning chambers powered by dark energy
walls dripping smell
of fresh herbs

the window a post for reminiscing
restoration hour

we struggle with red we always have
we tap roses
i am dizzy been drinking coffee
their thorns looking down on us always dominant

my little thorns are so razor
that you can cradle me in both hands splash it
and **** the blood right out of my pinky pinky
and stay cornered

i will recede
until me that you can fit in both hands
or bend until futuristic dreams and i am doing my best to stay rooted
but i like the pain in my toes
cut off the daily worn

i cannot make sense ever
because i see the last of the summer smoke not the windows
i never see through only between
that makes me feel good
because i kiss the sun's reflection without daring to look up

it took me over a month to
crack the puzzle
now i am rolling backwards i am
stone dead flung over you

things are just as they always were

i try to crack my teeth on frozen fruit
strawberries cranberries raspberry the red juices flowing
into my neck cold and numb i want to be
bitten
i used to put my head into the freezer
power food
i cannot keep myself from flowing

I HELD MY BREATH UNTIL I WAS IN
AN EXCRUTIATING PAIN AND I
REALIZED I COULD NEVER
SUFFOCATE MYSELF
THE WAY I SUFFOCATE OTHERS

then i went to our place
screamed my lungs out
then i went home
and that was death

i think the first step will be to realise
that i will never understand myself among others

then i went to our place
smashed all the plates i could find
then i woke up
i was in my own kitchen

I WILL BE LEFT WITH SINGLE WORDS ONLY:

funky
mistress
petulant
asylum

in exactly two days i will have an aneurysm
for now i have taken flight in
between the wall and my wooden bedframe
if i squeeze myself a little
deeper it almost feels like an embrace
i am in too terribly deep
a full moon
everything has come full moon
it is the addiction talking
about this great concern for me
how i kind of still fit in another life
if someone would build a wall between my house and their
backyard then buried
me in the cellar at the neighbours
how i kind of still fit in another life
this great concern for me
if i am coping
if i am over it because it is
over and that needs to be repeated for educational purposes
IT IS OVER
for educational purposes scientific studies perhaps
stop massaging my brain it feels
relaxing but afterwards i cannot tell where i stand
what i want if left is a
nice colour and if i should go
outside tomorrow buy razors or
bottled water or branches stained with blood if i should use real or
fake blood if i should take pictures
am i a colony or a crown
dependency i wish i was queen
WHEN I LOOK DOWN I CANNOT
SEE MY OWN FACE
i carry gemstones in my pockets always
to compensate

excusez-moi and we will talk soon
you need not slice through the jelly ***** of
reality in search of understanding
you need not destroy since everything is
see-through slice your own eyelids start there

you need not break the clouds there
are too many things above the clouds
even when you cannot see them
pulling you towards one direction or another

do you understand that our bodies
are made up of water
bodies of water under directorial reign of the moon

is it really that difficult then to understand the rope you are
holding at full moon? the red paint?
the bare bodies at full rotation
passionately trying to match the speed of the moon
at complete curve
arching backs to receive some more warmth and
the summer is only now coming to an end

can you feel the sharpness of our
breaths that the earth is a ****** globe every
crack inviting to twirl every
cliff asking to get fingered when
storms collide do you not feel heartbroken something
has collapsed within the brain do
you understand you must decide on these things

and the belly stretches out for miles
for you a living bed, organism, blanket
come, sleep in me
come, lay your head down in me

save the anonymous

longing for pink

My mind is a bathtub
Quickly fill up
Momentarily do not look
then clean up the Chaos
she has spilled herself Again
a pity that her surroundings
were Completely unadjusted and
She does not think anymore before doing
she Surrenders

your thought

Now the sea is deepening
so Are my thoughts
i was hoping for a quick recovery but
have to accept
i cannot cope with this

some wound

Please let the neighbourhood know
Again what kind of child
lives among Shells and skeletons
near an imaginary Beach
where another sea waves to itself
and calls For her mother