"The weight of your ghostly pen.."
Did you know
i’m catching flies by now
sentinel
at her bedpost
crawl ivy patterns...
sudden clouds
falling on
antique homes..
did you hear
about our
sleeping machines
suddenly chocked by the dust
and the...
And
even...
today
your..
midnight eyes
billowed
over
spilled
hot coffee
over
the kitchen table
dripping
small stains on the skin
like mirrors in broken glass
just before...
the whole window
fluttered
and silently
flew
away..
Andreas...
Rainroom
In
the room
the grass
the waves
are
dead
(gently so)
break
disconnect
without leaving
from fingers
threads
out
through
walls
sticks
like black birds
the generals daughter
she who
slowly
becomes a man
a portrait black...