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The self

Visual solution
for the prominent disease

hands-on practice
along with the best ions

cold, pale and dead
sprawled on the hospitable bed

the window is slightly open
an allergen breeze comes in

true connections are the disappearing
and adoration? each on their own

"Good evening", he said, "Good evening", and leaned against the wall by the bus-stop, "Today I've been roaming around the city. My face has been cold in sweat shift in shift out. I changed routes and bought more tickets but I all day returned. See, it's night now and the stars are visible in this lousy city sky. I was born here, and I discern the stars even at cloudy middays. I came clean in the morning but all was dust and mud on the priest. I ran out, it was not the kindest of feelings. Them people were flowing away alive. Pain relief at its best was of no use anymore. Them people were chafing away alive. My weaknesses were walking along. Warm tables over which I once or twice or thrice wept. Then another and another. The sea has been fit recently. Delicate and vast, silent by the concrete.
They resent when the sea speaks. I never mouthed a word. I've been roaming around the city, a newborn flâneur that expires the next day. Next to the diner the smells were thick and vivid. My lips didn't move an inch today. See, it's a major debate on the graduality of phenomena but in fact the critical point stands exactly between each two states. From one day of belief and hope comes the next day of none. Always, I was persuaded about the absolute dedication that comes along with love. Love is prodded; it does not fulfill its definition.  Always starts from a point and returns? No. My wife died last night. Always starts from a point and cancels. The subject, though, us, returns. I've returned. And this state is the genuine reality and dedication; the self
delicate and vast, silent by the concrete."

Methylene blue

Sonorants make this soft noise
as they slip from you
cold hands, cold devices
a vast fear resides in every cell

are you reaching the fore right end
of the death row?

Velvet eyelids turned inside out
thick tears, full mouth
they fade in silence the rain still
from the window a bowed figure makes up for the past

please hold this pale body
winter helps us maintain

o how wise I used to be
o how unloved
Methylene blues
tucked in a thousand clothes without you
down on, serotonin storms were hardly

please coy these purple eroding viscera
I will fade in silence, please.


Old nigger ink you gotta be under the nails and by the pages of the book
old nigger ink the keys are stained the papers torn and fallen and dropped

so we found ourselves on the first day of autumn
standing against the wind with an agile night over
so we found ourselves on the first day of fall
sitting opposite the walls with a fragile light over

old nigger ink you gotta be left uncleaned I will tell the lady when she pops
old nigger ink this lid was never meant to be painted and covered now it makes no sound at all

Мне сегодня так больно

Stiff neck means
eyes set for hours

enjoy the short lived velvet
of Queyrat

immobile, frozen
admitted gone

caress the tender surface
over the exiting minutes

warm in cotton clothes
under a midday sun

wasted legs apart hands off
the pavement around
I make and all I do is


Darlin' I can't get up today. I can't find a way out of this worried mind. Frozen man is, long dull pain. Stolen refrains. Mostly black, a little bit green. Sometimes what remains is not good enough to care. Hard luck dames, mystery trains. All is, but don't seem, or get close.

Δεξιά κάμψη

Βρείτε, σας παρακαλώ, κάτι ευγενές
στις επιδρομές του αγγειόσπασμου
στο φούσκωμα του μελισσιού

χλωμιάρα αιμοσιδηρίνη
στρίβεται γύρω απ'τη σκόνη
χάλκινα καλώδια παλαιάς κοπής
βγαίνουν σε κάθε εκπνοή
απ'τη μύτη και απ'το στόμα

η θεραπευτική του πόνου;
τα λεκιασμένα σέβη μου

η πνευμονική σας καρδία
ασθμαίνει συμφορητική

γύρω απ'την κεραμική εστία
γλιστρώ τη ραχιαία επιφάνεια του χεριού μου
για να επιστρέψει στη θάλασσα
ως ανήκει ως 0.9%



Απ'έξω έρχεται υγρασία και θαλασσίλα
μέσα βράζουν τα τραπέζια.

Με τα μάτια κολλημένα στους προσοφθάλμιους
του μικροσκοπίου βλέπω το χρωματικό φάσμα, τις βλεφαρίδες μου και μικρές φυσαλίδες του στρώματος δακρύων να διασχίζουν το πεδίο.

-Η αφαίρεση του δότη
μια λιποθυμία μόλις του τραβήξαν τη βελόνα
οι εφημερεύοντες γαύγιζαν να σώσουμε τα περιστατικά
οι σταγόνες στα τζάμια που βλέπαν στο φωταγωγό θρυμματίζονταν απ'το υπέρηχο
ο τρόμος του ειδικού
ασφαλής μέσα στο καλλιγραφικό του ολοκλήρωμα.

πίσω η πλάτη μου ζεσταίνεται από ένα σφυρί που παίζει

-Ορθοπνοεί τις τελευταίες τρεις ημέρες
όλη η αριστερή μεριά έχει διασταλεί απ'το λεμφοίδημα.

κάποιος πιστός προσεύχεται και το πουκάμισο στεγνώνει τα υγρά της παροχέτευσης
κάποιος άλλος τρώει στο λόμπυ
και αυτός περιμένει πίσω απ'τους προσοφθάλμιους

-Να του ξαναπάρω αίμα.