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Phonery

a dusty old shoe
of my own cigarette
i call the desease
for the re-trett

and i swallow his in-session
whole in proud
progression

part
of my own
medicine



white robe the wear
were buttoned up many times before
but
on

oh,

he only tells me
on papers
truths in shape of

adequate discoteque
serenette
she knows

God, knows
i faul
so forth

ouch, i
ouch

i crouch down my life
in a sofa
or bed discussion
disect into nothing

please-d

is he who rocks the cradle
withing the swirl
in spite of control
he cannot take what never was stolen
cannot make what never was broken
whole

whole lanes of fire
five burns beneath

i chase the liar
look into the eyeglass

see the sea of phantoms
surprise Cecilia!

there you go sweetheart
there's your Bergerac

there's your rack of grapefruits
fruit it up in slice
dice twice for effort
here's your paradies

miss
parasite
miss your parasites now?

when the parachut landed suttle
and safe on crownmarked land
into the palm of his hands
where you ride the rivers of fellow
misery
miss
you and me

gone
did it shone lighter
than sun?

sonnet was broken
lyrics all won
over

and i
i sigh
in laughter
and blast out denial ever after
as the worst trick played
in history
of silence

diligence
pah, Puff, pang pang, out

doubt

victory
at last.




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Publicerad 2008-12-30 13:26



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