VIOLENT MOUTH:
Transmission, molecules & wonders. Out of night into an unmarked
morning. Electric Apollo, the music of washing lines waiting for
something to do. Birdsong machines breath in the distance.
Clouds hesitate in passing, consider falling onto us, carrying
nothing. Nothing to prove. Too skinny, too rude.
These are not tears, they’re kisses, the marks of buried treasure.
(K)
X marks
The spot*
Web of wonder.
My love for you
been too busy the last weeks
Like a puppet on a string – camo stylee
Puppet on a string – camo style
look exactly as it is
A puppet on a string – camo style