It was a time
of giants
with a fetiche
on rhymes.

When flowers
grew their colours
to turn dinosaurs
into birds,

a giant-she
asked a giant-he
for a rhyme to inspire
a mix of wings and sorrow.

Hard task this was,
even harder than inking
the petals palette!
Just snap out of it, said he,

the giant, *and let's make love.

So, there was this ant
who had a crush
on an elephant.

In an amazing stunt
the ant made a shunt
and grew a trunk

unaware that the elephant
in the love steam
shrank into elegant.

For ever happily
they would have lived
in halved size and size enhanced

if it wasn't for
the nosy omnivore
fond of trunk shanks.

castaway i foster my horizon
in shaded bows of silenced colours
castaway i foster my horizon

a shattered moon dilutes its glow
stills the humming river, its restless flow
in shaded bows of silenced colours

suspended willows wave a melancholy
in a lullaby for the unborn me
stills the humming river, its restless flow

dark hills and far echoes of loss and shall
faded memories in paused negative
in a lullaby for the unborn me

hirsute halt of uneasiness in being
almshouse but serving you not your wish
faded memories in paused negative

shattered humming of drifting glow
castaway i foster my horizon,
almshouse but serving you not your wish
castaway i foster my horizon

16.11.14

Life walks by
and in a useless longing
I dive into the crowdy time.

Then, unexpectedly,
a chord fills my mind,
words arise together
sieging me in opacity,

in a growing uneasiness
of a mouth full of marbles
that finally fall
with a heart rythm
as omen stones of a sybil voice.

[14.11.14]

then
he made a gesture

like a farmer with a full hand of seeds
he made a gesture
and colours spilled over the world

and words

like water coloured worlds
dripping in my window sill

flooded in

waves
of forbidden wanting
in a dispersion of me
luths and flutes
silky veils and a galaxy

i made a gesture

walls of cold glass
intangible all the colours

his sail is a wing
a hiatus in the blue
hollowing me

i tie an iron ribbon
to my heart
and watch it
drowning

silently

12.11.14

a golden dusk

this blindness

rising a sun
in the sidereal night

my vortex

spiralled path
from nothing
to nothing

a golden dusk

delusion

11.11.14

aligning words
and kindled fireflies
as digging for a heart