flesh(become)
kept secret water
shed blood wine bread
this fish has been undead
for well over three days now
an old story has been told
anew a new word is coming
This blogspot will be dedicated to my own poetry(in English), and to photographs that I make. I will try to look at people, city streets, the whatever kind of -scapes out there, or in my mind, in a different way and in ways different than can be seen elsewhere. This blog is about POETRY POETRY POETRY! It is also about PHOTOGRAPHY. PHO-TO-GRA-PHY. Don't forget: this blog is about....well, you know what it's about.
people have machines
move things around
big things and small things
light ones and heavy ones
one atop of another
realise visions
build great buildings
these things all of these all
these things all of these all these things
they still are vul-ne-ra-ble
move words around
big words and small words
right ones and wrong ones
one after another
compose writings
tell great stories
these words all of these all
these words all of these all these words
they are here to stay-ay-ay-ay
had a beer
or two and i
am in no mood
for poetry
have a child
or two and i
am in no mood
for politics
sometimes feel like pancakes
waiting for baker man/woman
i am flower egg milk salt
great potential to molotovize
tongue stomach too much