Monthly Archives: February 2011

I am slain. TIC TAC. TIC TAC TOC. As purple bloom my blood drips: drop to drop it flourish on the icy floor. And one and two and three and four And one and two and three and four And … Continue reading →

I cry for the screech of the keys, for the darkness of the vice for the emperors’ lies. Rats rapt by black of the eyes they are wide open mouths cum dirty lips of rouge. Hush. Dw-arf d-arf arf is … Continue reading →

The rubble can’t sleep they are too busy in scream. From the ground floor what really counts is number, that isn’t really ground and even at least one: is less then a few it’s the zero the round and perfect … Continue reading →

When the mist claims a bloodshed for her I’ll do flee from the dreamt garden. We’re all swearwords upon salty lips we’re all relieved from the enchanted mess.

So we go running after winter butterflies driven snow dripping pure and blood. And we know we all die sometimes with a glad in the hole of the heart.

Rise already eclipsed this rising sun black as an oil tear sliding beside the length of a shovel arm. Deeper and deeper only white bones remain. Where is the gate to my seething blood? Maybe in the hum of your … Continue reading →