Kategorie: réverbère
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Vyvyan drives a Ford Anglia
and I only ever felt safe in the passenger’s seat except for one occasion but the car wasn’t moving then, nor was I I like being driven around, in cars that have seen the coast of England, Austrian places, middles of nowhere in cars that carried paintings & second-hand books in every nook, small and…
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the whole process is just ew
I wish I was a poem behind the person you should be more than a way out I can’t exchange vows if you come to my wedding the invitation stands
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guestlist
there is a book I do not want to read, but have to, and another one I need to write, but can’t feeling bad is always an option, but instead of crying, I could read poetry to you you’re so much more in charge of your life than I am two years ago in front…
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Leopard Print Skulls
I wish I could see the world in the way I write about it I wish I believed in my description of people I wish I was the person behind the poem I wish you would take off both your necklaces and let me lick you underneath the scarier it gets the fiercer I want…
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this has nothing to do with Runyon Canyon Park
do you wanna know why I never run? I simply don’t feel like it. It’s not that I hate it, the way I hate calling a woman „a lady“ – like the person who lives next door, who talks to her cat at 5 in the morning; by her voice I imagined her having a…
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for a short time, the world was just
fingers must not stop their stubborn work of getting rid of layers – if I am not peeling anything off surfaces, I am not satisfied the white blood of the potato in my fingers’ ridges should remind me of survival, that it might seem worth it for a short time I walk past a demo…
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schreib endlich mit deinesgleichen
pink like a spot of creamy toothpaste this week’s discharge on the paper in my hands in my hands, in my hands – a week ago my thoughts were spun of the same silk each – runny syllable extensions beady threads of prefix, precum ovulation ruckus milky way a pink weak and soft spot on…
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can’t hear you calling, Marian
all I hear is you typing <3 <3 <3 are these the cravings they told us about, is that your naked ass next to the dog in the picture Marian, I am back with a van and a vengeance, driving you out to the sea to destroy your pussy for dinner we were both busy…
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did I say sorry
he’s forcing me to write love poems for him again like he’s forcing everything on me dagger against my throat or cuffing me to a desk with a quill and a bottle of ink over empty pages – I would like to think so would like to imagine my rain- stained clothes and dripping wet…
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kurz und bündig
da ist eine Grube in mir, die nur J kennt die Erde war wie Teig, feucht und bröselig, unter unseren Fingern, und Frim hat uns gewunken von jenseits des Waldrandes; blecherne Hunde und keckernde Pucks bevölkern diese subversive Stadt; es ist kaum zu glauben, dass J so tief mit ihnen vertraut ist wie ich, noch…
Die gelbe Tapete 