Friday, March 18, 2005

 

Color of the movement

By the corner -
a large captivating brush -
over and far break the laughter.
It corrodes the color of the movement.

I break away the definition of the
root of the trunk
I educate it
to loam in the sweat of my palms.

I am wasted away by the night prior.
The negative poison
away from my blood works on,
in order to make way for the color.

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Sunday, March 13, 2005

 

The edge of cacophony

Frenetically blinking
the body's injury
under the lights
will exceed the noise of music

Revolution begins
with the people under the glass,
it moves because of the beverage
which you should pour

The edge of cacophony
accompanies us
when something comes, it feels,
and life is possible

It in is this land of the beverage
in which being is intoxicating
we feel polluted as it pulsates

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Wednesday, March 02, 2005

 

Closing in actuality

Closing in actuality
I pull the part
Lacking respect of things
I am torn with feeling

I envision the going out
and the plaster inside, solid,
my heart adding damage
at my center

I float and am destroyed
in this way
by those of the looseness,
who closed the sky drifting
I have not remembered things afterward

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