niedziela, 11 maja 2014

Blossom bosom



Blossom blossom
Moths in my bosom
Pollen carried
Who’s getting married
Offspring cubs
I’m going mad

Who’s mown all the dandelions
Dandy dandy
Arena timing lions
Pear choking my modus operandi
If all flows
Why I see just white and red

Don’t you be afraid
Make your paths straight

The feet used to dress up
Like the god of thieves
Now they barely stand
The chest carved with a cup
Or I’ll say a chalice
Come – union of all folk

Blossom blossom
Moths in my bosom
Pollen carried
Who’s getting married
Offspring cubs
I’m going mad
Don’t you be afraid
Make your paths straight
Clarity’s ahead and tempty
Susceptibility to life
Hay fever of absurdity
… make up mu modus vivendi?



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