Oct 31, 2014

thorny fairytales


8.09.1995.D1 out (+0617)

broken branches  wheeze on the edge of the forest,
and the moon is punctured;
in the wrong courtroom
judge was beaten -
others were executioners.

the sun is on the table - I cut it into slices,
I SWALLOW LIFE AS TREASON; -
silent in the darkness - I and my heart just
bent at our roots.

2nd

how many times have I  on abandoned table
pulled an empty box  of HB s?
how many times I passed through the park -
under the mask of face waited for the end of summer.
-waiting for the night as a lost dog
new master:
without a will in myself -

without all that is lost

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