plain like chemistry

wood chops spread across the sunset's lace
so i will quit listening the radio while the phone is under water. all Europe is mixing the remains of history as we speak.
political news, social depression. and ice cream.
summer is for wanting to make love near the Arctic Cercle. and for wearing really nasty sunglasses carrying a a plastic bag with red things written on it.




 at least is not the only beast
the eye wants to pour.
at last is not the fastest turtle.

by all means, desire ends all our bulilt facts.

jogging clothes always make the two molecules of hydrogen look cool beside de single oxygen one.

we hydrate by  a menage-a-trois liquid.

 what would we do if not act as our mouth pleads?

God created heat to get us closer.


so even if it comes from running water
the steam goes always up.

wanted

demanded.
asked for.
denied.

received.
laughed at.
pulled of the hook.
crawled.






despicable
kind
acid
done.


as you are
as i'll never be
as in: today?

in a bus
on the catwalk
underneath
above
inside

everywhere







 love is
alive
or dead.

one and only

fife serenade...
don't make it singular.
i'm the love of many men's life.

toilet wishes

when paesants were real
europe was down
and now in denial
every provincial
has it's own crown.

twentyfirts foklore
in rockn'roll whole
of eastern black.

 regards for four hundred yards
of lack
and common sensless sense!

don't worry amateur..
i'll be back.

maRo' s autumn

here somewhere was the time
floating in it's  own way
and cloth blood was brown.

sunheat fought with acid
' who can burn better the ground? '
so it can can become brown.

water withdrew aside
so worms could see better 
that  blue turned into brown.

becoming blind  from clear green
which later froze the yellow steam
 stroke me  with a filthy a dream
that i belonged.

but then i fell, 
and turning clocks, inspite pink joy and reddish hell
closed my sights and locked them.
Go ahead, try feeling  somehow better!
 now that you're  down under brown.