the mystery where love creates me and frees itself." (P Eluard)
the mystery where love creates me and frees itself." (P Eluard)
that you lose your reality
Is there still time to reach that living body
and kiss on the mouth the birth
of the voice which is dear to me." (R Desnos)
that you lose your reality
Is there still time to reach that living body
and kiss on the mouth the birth
of the voice which is dear to me." (R Desnos)
like the river I flow
like the ax I strike
to the heart of the wood
and who I am
you will never really know
like the river I flow
like the ax I strike
to the heart of the wood
and who I am
you will never really know
your body refuses to concede -
I place you above the clouds
where you fly alone and touch me
from a distance that is forever near
your body refuses to concede -
I place you above the clouds
where you fly alone and touch me
from a distance that is forever near
combine the sarcasm of good humor with the indulgence of contempt." (Chamfort)
combine the sarcasm of good humor with the indulgence of contempt." (Chamfort)
none of them any good
even the battery of inspiration
I leave uncharged
in favor of the mindless slime
that fills my every orifice
and tickles me to orgasm
at the cost of only $5 a minute
and a little bit of my soul
none of them any good
even the battery of inspiration
I leave uncharged
in favor of the mindless slime
that fills my every orifice
and tickles me to orgasm
at the cost of only $5 a minute
and a little bit of my soul