Wednesday, September 17, 2008

on a crimson river

torture
as in self assertion

you could not cast a wave?
could you?

what is it that gently weeps?
george, do you have an answer for this?
is it still or has it been the guitar?

guitar as in...

minute details
somberly discreet
(one should not think of math here)
discreetly pathological
and how we all enjoy it all

as in you wanna hurt yourself as you masturbate
which piano sonata would you prefer, dear teacher?
i mean, as you masturbate
or is silence the sole source for deeper enjoyment?

charming, however not a prince.
(maybe i misspelled)
neither a pincer

shall we visit the grocer's today?
miss pelled...

how ugly you are, miss... 
miss queen of gluttony...
poor thing, there is no hope for you, 
contrary to what you assume.
too much space you occupy, too much. 

each and every break in a wave is a discourse
so, bubble up!

"sweat, tears and the sea"
cool sea, moonlight, crimson meeting of bare bodies
tears and trembling
can it be really this all encompassing?

charming

just so

cut.