Zoran, 25 december 2011
A broken bag of bones
Superficially
A sonnet of
gray-haired tones
Artistically
Showers above
Land sucked-dry
Land evaporated by
A barbecue-like
Force of trivia;
Oblivion-
They feed us,
Mouse-like germs
Tiny, little grains
of
Sperm,
They feed us
With a ladle,
Overfilled with
Her smiles
A thousand river
Niles
Of horny-skinned
Crocodiles
Biting us
Inviting us
Using bites of
Old-fashiones
Neon lights
Coming from their
teeth
Glowing
Suffocating us
With her
And only her!
Juxtaposition
And intermission
A kind of
circumcision
Of the foreskin of
Our empty trail;
She rocks
She blocks
Frigidity
Stupidity
And things similar
Going down the Road
Annihilating every
toad
Pretending to be a
Prince of a Bavarian
Kingdom;
No pomposity for me,
Please!
The queen of
The hippie cinema;
Her bright eyes
Shooting
An amber-coloured
Liquid;
Ejaculation...
Ejaculation of
Warmth
Not using her
Partner's prick
But singing
With both
Her vulva
And
Her sense of
Motherly notion;
No abortion
And
No fakeness;
Simply, a load
Of
Erotica
Simply, a load
Of
Ambiguous love,
A silvery dove
Of broken wings...
Buried six feet under
Superficially,
But
The mother of
Pickled memories
Artistically!
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