life likes

stab
pain
scream
dark

SL.SE

Take Bus 30 from GreatExpectations towards UnfulfilledPromises.

Your departure from GreatExpectations is at approx. 20:11,

your arrival in HollowGut is at 20:16.

At HollowGut change to OrdinaryLife Line 35 towards ForcedMaturity

Your departure from HollowGut is at 20:19.

I repeat: your departure from HollowGut is at 20:19.

...

Okay, you arrive in WellDeservedSolace at 20:41.

The duration of your journey is approx. 30 years.

Relax and have a nice journey!

what she said

she says it makes me feel all warm inside and i get red cheeks
she says and the butterflies has not left my stomach and it is you, i miss
what she says....

...she says blush blush blush!
and i love feeling tiny next to you,
and having that strange exalting feeling that you,
can, crush me at any given day with ur strength.
and, can, you believe it, she says, any time, any time...
all these things she says are mine.
and all i, can, say
even just a small sentence from you is big enough for me
to ride on a gallop with joy baby!

murder of two

two remnants i still have from that day:
and warm blood
dressing
the bodies on their knees
and guttural muffled screams
flinging themselves
out of their freshly torn tracheas

ferrywise

ferrywise seagulls scream around you for a hundred years
and the tides may continue to caress your back as long as they want

ferrywise it is normal to hear and bear the billion thoughts of a million people
sun after sun
and moon after moon

ferrywise radiowaves weave your ears with gentle clatter
reminding of sweet surrenders in a bedroom with afternoon sunlight
and small talk about whatever happened
to the man on the moon

ferrywise children's running screams may echo in your ears for many hours
after all is gone
and when all is back
you can look at the sun and relax

ferrywise the sea is your home
ferrywise you are alone
and crowded
all the time.

telltale

the bones of a fish dried far ago
under the unknown sun of a forgotten beach
crushed gleefully by two tiny feet
of a crazy little girl
feverishly looking for a star fish
illustrating a radial symmetry
arousing the jealousy of a tiger
that searched for a long lost friend
and in the end killed her happily
ripping and ripping and ripping
the face the throat the abdomen
barely saving the life of the fish
about to be devoured as a delicious dish
and leaving it to lie
forever on the stellar sand that say nothing
and will say nothing
to the girl running back to find her owners
with two drops of blood emerging under her feet
and from the eyes, two drops of tear following;
two for the tiger,
two for the fish.

repetition (in a good way?)

again
the beauty of creation shatters a brain
trying to reach a heart
!a TiNgLinG eLectRiciTy!
crawls tenaciously through a being;
tears of gratitude evaporate with the heat seething
of the moment that is to come:
the moment of formation:
an orgiastic spree breaks free from the crotch of a soul
as atoms of a mind and a time stick together eagerly, never to let go each other again
they fuck each other once!
and twice!
and again!
till the word gains a
gain
oh
new
oh
fuck!
a becomes you
the becomes your
and your soul is wet!
your atoms lie down
supine...
...still, waiting for somehum to come, still...
distant melodies reverberate between... your toes?
and splash!
wake up.
you should've known better:
dozing under the sun, in the last day of your holiday
is not good your head and brain.
take a shower now, and, uh, cover your erection.
behind you, by the car, your children, having woken you up unknowingly, are waiting.
and an unanswered call on your phone: your boss, probably asking something lame
again.