Wednesday, 1 August 2012


These are lyrics to cervelle musique (avec ou sans capers) I'm in Seville kicking peeled orange skins At pigeons that don't know where Worms wiggle. My kidless kidneys dance On the other foot The white robe worn Is a hotel bathrobe My hand in my pocket Feeds snails named Alanis and Anaïs Who else: Henry Miller. And after Plucked from the garden Fucked into a brown bucket To shit it all out: A detox for death to be delectable. My pupils have been lessoned Regarding this photo of us It opens my pours I'd swear on the heart of Christ If i'd jamais met 23 versions of your shape And look my search would constantly Be to try and find a switch to finger Not a trigger But you are A floodlight.

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