There will be times, when mothers shall kill their children, for breakfast, with long statements about short shelf-life dairy products, aged in old casks soaked of cheap bourbon… My mother did just that one selfish morning, with wings wide open of bats long dried under suns never known unto the sons of men… My father, … Continue reading Barley fields…
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Social poem 1
They're all gone now. Swallowed down by windy pipes gone by... Some hairy brushes sinking low below Those every seconds left untouched. Where's time now mum? Where is it m'am? So fond of words, so fond... Label me life; label me as you would label toes... Dead, cold, as the reminder of an unpaid day … Continue reading Social poem 1
De Profundis…
Ecclesiastes of A Job... Of despair my heart is bleeding, Something wrong must have happened today, Pieces of breath, frozen singing Memories searching their way. No more, no shore departing, No dreams to brag about, Cowards and dogs shouting, Swans never flying south. Tender whatever with roses, Bitter garment of thorns, Open which nobody closes, … Continue reading De Profundis…
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