Gullssong

Once, there was
An original there.
The very first one.
Someone in the beginnings
Of the humanstory,
One homo sapiens understood:
Something or someone or someplace
Was not here,
But there.

Abstractly she reasoned,
Conceived the concept and gave birth to the word,
And uttered it: THERE!

Hear? The first there in human history:
Maybe to a first sighting of the sea...

written to wake up a spider / in no particular order

wake up, little spider

open your thousand I'z
flex your corrupted joints
crick, crack, test!

wake up, little spider

your ex-lover is looking up on you
to bring rotten meat
which you'll together eat with zest

good morning, little spider

stretch --
on your wiiiiiiiiiiiide web;
spin dreams for few,
nightmares for the rest.

the previous life of fich-molte

he he he
okay, i was trapped in a circle, a cyclic filth, yay!
and i cracked it with my two arms and two legs
then i got myself a rectangle: you believe me ha??
and i started to push it
slowly at first, then quickening
like lightning!
and as a i pushed my rectangle
with my two arms connected: a spear, cracking the edge of the geometrye
i, now a triangle, cutting like a knife
through the forests of the night
he he he!
ye, ye, ye:
no immortal hand or eye
could frame my fucked up symmetrye!
listen, listen!!!
and in the wake of my adversity
i left small blossoms of fire
burning the two sides of my triangle
amazing! delicious! tasty!
you hear the acrid smell of my hands?
you see the laughter in my mane?
aaaaaaah! haaaaaaaa!
the two sides consumed:
i stopped on top.

now i stand here, in the middle of this abyss:
a point.

and my impending shit will fall up to the firmament.

he he he...

Question for a Champion

If, I,

Would put the words of

This sentence together

In a bundle, would

That make them

A poem?

dispute

i beg to differ:
equal people
love you equally
at the same time
t h e y p u llyour armsandpluckyoureyesoutofyoursocketsandleave
you
to rot
in your pool of blood.

loneliness:

a house:

a room:

a body:

a bed:

a book:

a look:

a mirror:

a fault:

a fear:

a tear:

a miss:

a lack:

a want:

a wait:

a star:

a far:

a s t a r:

a far :

a s t a r :

a far:

: : : : l o n e l i n e s s : : : :

a h y p e r s p a c e

j

u

m

p

that

just

never

ends:

lethargy

whew.
rows and rows of cars
cooked under the sick yellow;

what a day, eh?
...

oh,there comes
a tiny, filthy fly
looking for a hazy shadow.

see, the green insect, at last,
picks a metallic surface, red hot...

as the fly rests its sticky legs
eagerly rubbing the back two,
suddenly emerges on the surface of its eyes
a thousand reflections of the
huge fat ass - of a salesman
showing off to his lone customer -
crushing its mass like a glue.