Wednesday, April 12, 2006

3 miniatures (2006)

Are you sure you want to permanently
delete these messages? They

came in peace, blind


across the night

to beg but a shred of mercy


In the job interview you’re like

an apple halved
showing white

How you enjoy the sound of
other people’s voices! you

limply unscroll

somehow catch a splinter
of Paris:

Montmartre, cobbles slick with rain


I am an artist,
a painter!

when I paint sea

sea is not
immobile in the landscape!

oh no no

waves devour the shore,
arguing against our deaths!

Give me a cigarette!

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