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unendlichkeit (Deux)

Rum
And tar
Liver and lungs wondered
Ain’t that enough?
Cum
And scars
Life replied!

I stepped into a pub
Not so far from where my body sleeps
And weeps.

Drops of IPA and Brandy on the floor
Visions from the other side
Had me wondering
If I Procrastinated adequately
So far and
Whose boy was I?

Islander
Or continental!
In the bar, my own man
Cigarettes’ bum burning my
Beautiful blissed
Fingers
Touching that screen
Trying to carve letters
Middle finger stronger
Than ever
Words
Dancing with the smoke.

I am what I have lost
I got that from Oslo!

The motion of my poetry
In slo-mo.

Tar
Or scar?
Printing my soul
Digitally
Fighting to get one
All the zeros
Don’t make much sense.

All I want is
To
Master gravitational waves
Life is just an hallucination
Where you and I
Are victims
Or
Perpetrators.

Burning my lungs
Because my dad
And dads
Got cancer from that earth
That we landed on
And I have no answers
For it
But grow our pain and history
In the shadows.

The concrete won’t make me forget
The soft moist of dew
Under my feet
The stars that we shall seek
And the happiness within.

Rum on the “mur”
As I walked
Down
And my fingers touched
An ideal
That we
Misfits
Paint on the pavement
Or somewhere in our bathrooms.

We be Pollock
Without them bollocks
And it be colourful
Of course
Because we meant to shine
We meant to move
Forward
For nothing
For be
For us
Forever that light
In their darkness.

Trust ye
Thrust the
Abyssal
And bury the May
‘Cause you can.

10052017

Comes in
Looking what you would expect from an aussie
Or maybe
Some grunge skater from Cali.

She
Got tattoo and her cleavage offers enough
To dive in
And get lost for years
Decades, I must say.

To the
Bathroom, they go
Three or four minutes
And the barman say to his
Boss
That
Never he had sex in a public
Loo.

My filthy martini soaking
My olives
I listen
Aware that
I did have sex
Multiple times
In a public washroom.

unendlichkeit

Si l’Histoire meurt demain,
Nous étions éternité,
De nos Divers emmitouflés
Aux Était dénudés.

J’ai le temps à rebours
Et les battements décomptés,
Les lettres aux alentours
La sorcellerie des courbes,
Et du vide que les jours font pelles
Et que nos rêves tentent de combler.

Les yeux dans les étoiles
La tête dans les nuages
Le soleil blanc au-dessus
Et le prisme de l’environnement
Donnant
tendresse aux uns
Dureté aux autres.

Hallucination perpétuelle du temps
Qui se confond
Et des grilles que nous scions
Sans cesse.

A nos envies de mieux
De seins laiteux
De feu
De voeux
De pailles.

A nos envies de meilleur
De saveur
Et de candeur.

J’y laissais
Nos ondes vibrantes
Continuitées
Permantentes.