oblivion
" Beers are like Cotton Candy Clouds , " says HellVira
my life , days, hours, minutes , seconds ,
they are expanding without alcohol, six days and six nights
It is really too much for me.
everything grows , everything seems to have no end .
life is too hard and long for my liking/licking time
the surgeon who will drop
his hands inside me tomorrow ..
I had the hair gathered on top of the small, narrow skull,
like a beaten egg white. beneath the thick top / black lashes,
eyelashes, my eyes were closed, the eye light / shades of red,
as if the wrinkled skin,
greyish had paid a drop of blood more.
a glance , so cold,
empty as the white moon in the nights cold.
- Abstinence. - Eyes wide shut as if I had closed a door to the world.
I seemed to be made of honey.
a bunch of soft silk dresses.
the language of a lost cat.
I drink for boredom, so everything is very boring for my mind,
be an old tablecloth embroidered with bunches of fruit and birds
in bright colors, a book of prayers printed on rough paper,
like sheets of leaves, the songs. old as the moon
traveling in the sky,
a never ending sea .
I drink to be so distant as not to come back ever again.
i am an old toothless barracuda.
Blood drips into the bowl of yellow rice salad , soft,
for your diseased gums. but , your mouth tight , as you were back
in your own body again , which could not be reached
or touched by anyone ever .
" Your exactly like your father, " said my deadDreamedmother
" You not only inherited his alcoholism, but also its idiocy,
small dick head. "When passed in front of her room and noticed the body lying there,
her stoned face ,
- Then were the spots , giants black spots that swirled in front of the bed -
seemed to fluctuate, and later, looking from the door,
I saw she had her eyes closed and imagined that she
had been transported
in the middle of despair
until it was inside asleep cradled in oblivion ..
" Beers are like Cotton Candy Clouds , " says HellVira
my life , days, hours, minutes , seconds ,
they are expanding without alcohol, six days and six nights
It is really too much for me.
everything grows , everything seems to have no end .
life is too hard and long for my liking/licking time
the surgeon who will drop
his hands inside me tomorrow ..
I had the hair gathered on top of the small, narrow skull,
like a beaten egg white. beneath the thick top / black lashes,
eyelashes, my eyes were closed, the eye light / shades of red,
as if the wrinkled skin,
greyish had paid a drop of blood more.
a glance , so cold,
empty as the white moon in the nights cold.
- Abstinence. - Eyes wide shut as if I had closed a door to the world.
I seemed to be made of honey.
a bunch of soft silk dresses.
the language of a lost cat.
I drink for boredom, so everything is very boring for my mind,
be an old tablecloth embroidered with bunches of fruit and birds
in bright colors, a book of prayers printed on rough paper,
like sheets of leaves, the songs. old as the moon
traveling in the sky,
a never ending sea .
I drink to be so distant as not to come back ever again.
i am an old toothless barracuda.
Blood drips into the bowl of yellow rice salad , soft,
for your diseased gums. but , your mouth tight , as you were back
in your own body again , which could not be reached
or touched by anyone ever .
" Your exactly like your father, " said my deadDreamedmother
" You not only inherited his alcoholism, but also its idiocy,
small dick head. "When passed in front of her room and noticed the body lying there,
her stoned face ,
- Then were the spots , giants black spots that swirled in front of the bed -
seemed to fluctuate, and later, looking from the door,
I saw she had her eyes closed and imagined that she
had been transported
in the middle of despair
until it was inside asleep cradled in oblivion ..
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