Tuesday, 6 May 2008

Noble sense in a framework


A tiny elemental fragment
got beyond the battlefields.

He broke the glass
in ecstatic measures of desire.

Wordless manifestations
breathe in and out.

Illusion beyond the purple flower


Poetic Reality

Digesting an African cow,
slaughtered two years ago,
smoking fibreglass leaves
in great disbelieve,
driving through petrochemical caves
in the penetrated fragile garden.
Walking in a material dream,
with a greasy heart.
Laughing in the mirror against
the first part of the carved number
on my forehead,
the manipulating code isn’t working
in the deeper streams of the infinite ocean.