THE CORRIDOR VIEW
We dream in our boxes, we sniff wide lines of high, under the leadership of coxes, we slurp unconscious sky. It’s ready made. Tonic. Balm. We believe we live.
Kategoria: short poem
Wet thought is travelling
WET THOUGHT IS TRAVELLING
It can be hidden, but it can’t stay inside. It is everywhere. Even while it is not.
Sometimes it is enough. Sometimes it is too much.
It changes to skin. It starts when it stops
SHE I AM 