welcome to my goldfish memory!
welcome to my goldfish memory!
welcome to my goldfish memory.
damn, i don’t feel too well.
art by ken wong – mistaken identity (www.kenart.net)
Category: Occasional Poem
mercilessly beating the trees whirlpools of leaves in devilish dance tugging at my skirt debris hitting my face i'm hoping the gravitational pull of the earth will not let go of me
my fingers are like stones
…that makes no sense.
but it does make a sentence!
hahaha
i laughed out loud.
can you feel the electricity?
the tension? desire?
the lust, the love…
the missed opportunity
how deep can we fall
how dark can we become
for something so pure
glaring at me
laughing at me
i’m fighting with it
but its whiteness blinds me
i don’t know what’s normal is.
stop accusing me!
you are like candy floss.
lot of fluff
and no substance
we used to exchange bodily fluids.
until he started to exchange his with someone else.
Author: Július Lenko
Among the trees sky-blue pond with racing white ducks and close by a green lizard on a tree stump. What country am I in? I am sending it to you on a postcard. Come, come immediately. Arrive with the first rain, you'll find me by a heart carved in stone. Come before it turns into a scar.
Pomedzi stromy vidno belasý rybník, na ňom preteky bielych kačíc a celkom blízko peň stromu so zelenou jaštericou. V akej som krajine? Posielam ti ju na pohľadnici. Príď, ihneď príď. Prileť s prvým dažďom, nájdeš ma po srdci, vytesanom v kameni. Príď prv, kým na jazvu sa premení.
