maandag 21 februari 2011

04

Ivory carcass words in a
boney starlight sentence
slither through the space
between skull and brain
I lie in bed and
reflect
I try to sleep
but it's sleep
I cannot get
I wander through
the sinister crevice
of sheer dream
lights are shining
sourceless yet
straight into my eyes
obsolete expressions
next to my pillow
deformed mouth
burst into waves
and rock the cradle
of my imagination
is this my moment of strength?
or is it just a crack
under a door?
should I turn to my left side?

These are questions that matter

1 opmerking:

  1. Sterk werk man! Pet en hoed af! Tot op een volgend kunstnacht- of ander feestje! :) Ward

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