A. woke up one morning to the utter surprise...

A. woke up one morning to the utter surprise that he was no longer alive. He saw nothing, felt nothing, heard nothing, and thought nothing. Something about all that nothing bothered A.'s soul, so being the selfish thing that souls tend to be, It made A. come back to life, as if nothing ever happened because A.'s soul failed to inform his conscience.

So A. lived for many years, had his times of joy and sadness, and then eventually died, this time for good, without ever realizing that he had already been dead.

The Sky Monster

It is a half-belief in science
a semaphoric hermaphrodeity,
A gaze from a shy-eyed boy
traced with jealousy,
A crux force-fed with
the wranglings of destiny.

Festtage, Verbindungen, und was ich dafür bezahlte

smothered
faking any feeling
the steam
the smell overwhelming,
too greasy with a hint of physical neglect

What I've built is a bundle of energy,
potential quilted,
a possible memory
wrapped in flesh and blood, breathing eventually.

I swore I swore, cried and loved and cried
loved and cried and loved,
swore and lied.

rumble, rumble, ramble,
the people shift in
thier their coatsssss
moving at the speed relative
to ther their own reality
grumble, grumble, gamble


.................................................................
this idea needs a friend, play with it.

And it burns with the words that a thousand taciturns wish to speak,
their tongues turned and tied with foundations of lies,
Whilst the swampy stillness swallows the creeks of our governess,
the fondness fowled in the the trenches our subtext allows,
sheltered from the mortars, our faces pasted, murmuring.

Consciously we expound the wrongs and mutterings we stutter in sleep,
the pensionaires pushing the sutures that birthed us so lovingly.