Saturday, December 26, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
When I am Gone
It will all come back
When I am gone.
Every single thing
Back in its right place.
In the final space...
I will be able to find
Everything
When I am gone.
There is still some water downstairs!
When I am gone.
Every single thing
Back in its right place.
In the final space...
I will be able to find
Everything
When I am gone.
There is still some water downstairs!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
The Night Before
Let it rain on my birthday...
Let it...
I would like to die
At the end of the night
Before my birthday...
People talking still.
Let it...
Let it...
I would like to die
At the end of the night
Before my birthday...
People talking still.
Let it...
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Hell: Remembering The Other People

He went off...
The body went out...
The face went in...
Rain made holes in his slippers.
The body went off...
The face went out...
He, back in...
There was silence in his slippers.
The face left back...
The body left out
He, crept on...
His teeth turned into ropes.
The body left blank...
The face unkept...
He pulled out...
That's all...the grin.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Say-Thing
Pornography is the most intense form of prayer
The screams are always working around what one hears
As the name of the holy father..."Oh! My God..."
The screams are always working around what one hears
As the name of the holy father..."Oh! My God..."
Friday, October 16, 2009
For The Other Bacon...

He turned.
Facing the back.
A sliding-point
Was created in
The curtain.
His arse--
Another curtain,
Closing on the
Virgin paper-pulp.
A very white mind,
Very little hair on the surface.
Next to little trace of growth.
A rimless exit
From the historical farts.
Unheeded, unfinished
And yet to be undone.
No Second Coming or
Second Troy for him.
Not even the Anti-Christ.
Just another man, ungiven
Failing to master the image
Like an excrement.
(Trying to verbalize the great painting by Francis Bacon)
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