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crosses .II.

Written 2007-05-19

 

I want to see your face

 

as your mad hopes collapses with your face smashed into the tiniest fractions of scull and brain                                as the truck that appears in slow motion hits your car

 

and I do wish its summer

because then afterwards

I can go buy myself a nice shaveice with grapeflavour  

 

I really like grape flavour 

 

 

 

________________-

 

 

 

YOU LED ME TO THE ALTAR

THEY WERE YOUR WEAK HANDS

THOSE THAT MADE ME STRONGER

 

 

 

 

_______________- 

 



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this is dirty
this needs mending


and this ?

Written 2006-11-25



another
hat

I never used this one

______________________ -No you never used that one !

what is this

Thomas the Tank Engine
why are you smiling again ?

a glove

only

at one point in history there must have been two

these drawers are deep

a silk scarf
purple but too short

______________________ -Have you seen the remote control ?

what ? here ?

______________________ -No of course not there !

woollen socks do they breed ? why do they interact so much with each other

______________________ -What did you say ?

never mind
socks gloves hats scarfs

. thats when I see them .

. the faces of the children of Palestine .



I found the questions



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an addition to my obscure tapestries
(mother oh mother , where all the saints ? )


but I was also a fool

Written 2006-11-10





star walker

millenium

web stalker

poet

radical talker

moved

gleeful and content

as the flowers from last hours murder

died on every palace of asphalt

sprinkled

with horny demons

displaced

in search of a hero



dreams

now nothing

but good bedmates



mail me if you must

a good bottle of wine


but note
even this day

will end




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a gift

te amo

Written 2006-10-10



"A veces pienso que tu nunca vendrás
pero te quiero y te tengo que esperar
este destino me lleva hasta el final
donde algún día mi amor te encontrara"


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thump thump thump thump thump thump thump

I Want My Heart Back I Want My Heart Back I Want My Heart Back

Written 2006-09-10



Hold me still !

when everything I sing

falls in silence


Hold me still !

if only for a prophetic moment

until Im released again wet

from another womb


Hold me still
and leave me

in circles searching

for
sound


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watching the death of a a mermaid may be the saddest thing on earth

still I am a mermaid , but my tail is split

Written 2006-07-23


waiting
in crystal water

untangling my hair
with my fingers

waiting
for footsteps

licking salt
off my arm

waiting
with a silvery shadow

watching my limbs
slowly turning white

waiting

but you never return
and soon
I will grow legs


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thoughts that do not fit any poem

am I your love then?

Written 2006-07-22


when you feel my small hand around yours
three o´o clock in the morning
am I your love then?

when I lay down in summer grass
revealing my mountains and wine
am I your love then?

when you expect me
and I make you wait
am I your love then?

when I let you unbutton my Sunday dress
with your unshaved face
am I your love then?

when you´ve ran across town looking for me
and you find me in the bathroom
am I your love then?

when the umbilical-chord is cut in two
and my scent is fading from the pillow
am I your love then?

when you find lilies growing in snow
and my bracelet underneath your armchair
am I a memory then?


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the sliver of her memory , original version

Written 2006-07-21


as her braids grew
waist long
touching her compass
misguiding the map
he was still looking for her

in the dark river
where she held her breath
through every season

he had built a nest

for her return
was to be
from this murky water
dressed in the same lavender age
she wore in the last kiss

he would never leave her
to their prayers
and if she enters waters banned
he would still wait
until the sliver of her memory
would once again breathe
his name


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they carry her out

Written 2006-07-21


They carry her out

In Sunday morning light

Boots wet from snow


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Requiem

Written 2006-07-21


As he caught fire

thunder spoke

with

neon spit

signing the sky

with furious lightning


leftover glass hatred

pierced the darkness after


igniting my lantern


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