Hmm... I like your walk, I love watching it
The thickening’s on, the ticking is down
Tick-tack... tick is green; tick-tack... tack is brown

Poetry

She

She was jealous not of me

She was jealous of herself

If another looked at me

Poetry

No Ar

Está nas paredes

Um sonho lento, só, urgente

Muito são para ser demente

Poetry

Jewel of Denial

The sun, he made a late appearance

Hungover, he rose up woozily

Beating, burning, itching bad

Poetry

Down There

I do not want to die

But I do not care if I did

A day, two months, ten years

Poetry

Batman and the Maid

However sad for a true man

It has been said that a woman

Either loves or hates; she knows no medium

Poetry

Hole in the Whole

I looked deep, deep into the whole

And the bottom was there, so close

The bottom... so close... could’ve just swallowed me

Poetry

Honey and Olives, Somber and Sober

I like to snack on olives

I like healthy treats

But, hon, do you even care

Poetry

Snow in the Summer

In her spring I met her

Loved her in her summer

Her leaves didn’t see falling

Poetry

Incubus

Ask me not what I think of you

My dark tongue could desecrate your pupils

Time breathes, time heals, and time knifes your scruples

Poetry

Thanks, Giving Turkey

A special day for us all

Yet, o turkey, poor, poor turkey

You’d rather yourself recalled

Poetry

And I died a little bit more.

Fascinating how you can keep on dying even when there’s no more life left in you.

And she was moved by nothing else but the crushing weightlessness of her wants.

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