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jazz jackrabbit and the twinkle ankle
poetry [ ]
de Andrei Nicolescu [ginger]

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by [mihamax ]

2004-09-01  |   

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I’m drowning
with the coughing sirrup
that sirrup from the glass
that broke itself
spreading arround
its shards
spattering
the insects
walking dirty
through another little broken bottles
with feathers arround their neck or their cover
ivory smog of crucked leaps subtile plumage of peacock
on your eyebrows of little girly girl with your acustomed series
of monologues in little glasses bibed through the straw between teeth
I’m remembering the years of my childhood and the stepping of that mycroscopic chord
new elements in new compositions or new wrappers more attractive screaming colours my
chord is fractured under my feet violently tatuating my front in braille language
or savage algorithms like a big sole of an iron on my poore forehead
trigonometric scratches don’t float anymore! with your head
upside-down and your red hair yellowed grey caviar
exploding with minor grenads
our radar passing pictures
into the light the whole zodiac
beneath your creps on the ceiling and
you’re pulsing the second meat candelabrum
with the blossom pores and your broken glass
into the mosaic of puzzles giggle little girly girl
assemble your eyes
quicky from the syrrup
until the morning
is scrambled
from it’s shell
synchronously
arround you


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