Posts tagged scribbling
TME KMPRN (It’s cool, but it’s not poetry is it?)
Dec 28th
TME KMPRN
Taught to dream
not with his head
but with his hands.
Inside he’s naked
and a little girl.
She loves, and alone
They leave, and die
young dos elastique
and so the sea finds
comical the combinations
in French soils .
Now never screaming
froid et subtle
dates nor eyes
nor your voice
added with their wounds
move our city of displacement.
And I am left screaming:
WHY SHOULD I PAY THE COUNCIL TAX?
Bastards.
roots
Dec 8th
The next time you’re doing a translation, don’t use the dictionary. If you don’t know the word, pick something that it sounds of. Otherwise, just guess. It will probably be all right.
—-
Somewhere
there is a woman,
her hips wind like a river,
her language like our hands
stretched out in a thousand words.
Spread through the fields the
daggers pass
like
my
thoughts.
But we are suspended like
months upon our words,
in the Gardens where we weep,
