Kategorie: réverbère
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quantum entanglement
you are the most remarkable boy I ever met, all the more so because you don’t care for that title unlike the vain brats about whom we laugh our connection goes deeper than anything and I still love you past idiots deemed them- selves important, but 7 years was like nothing, and I was over…
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dead angle / hark
I pray to you only because your name sounds so good. ere I adhere to that rhythm I know it’s an archangel infection, the one I give in to. // cut to another // you were like a scissor to me the one that worked blisters every day another opportunity to say some of my…
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this is limbo
how soft must flesh be to be eaten by worms how soft Satan lies in his ravenous sleep when witch tongues eat him out on Walpurga’s Eve how soft how resist at an entrance like this, initiation abyss I would quietly go cold on my way down my veins ain’t a sacrifice game a bereavement…
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is your heresy fake
in her blissful entirety I despised her, yet my love for who I was when the cramps had stopped prevailed a rogue supplement I must not speak of bad, rude spine at the root of it all I am that scythe I am that scorn the livid sheet near the stove remains: my virginity was…
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out of sugar
I am invited to stand guard at the edge of the party and I sip the languid clarity / Anubis, I fall for no one, but hard when I’m at home I touch everything in my kitchen, I am iron, and soothed. It is not my language, and I can only not try to connect…
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Die alten weißen Frauen der Kultur
Die alten weißen Frauen der Kultur hassen Männer, sind aber mit welchen verheiratet; diese sind nicht unbedingt weiß, aber immer Patriarchen mit feministischem Anstrich. Der Ehemann der alten weißen Frau der Kultur ist ein großer Emanzipator, er unterstützt seine Frau und betont bei jeder Gelegenheit ihre Unabhängigkeit und sein Sexismus ist so subtil, dass Außenstehende…
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The myth of love, or: Peter Pan on the dole
Merry Christmas, you’re an alcoholic. brag about it, after flirting with all of the female neighbours next door while praising me at the same time you leaned so heavily on me, I half carried you home, brought you to bed, undressed your drunk body and put you in your PJs does that sound like a…
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the damp church of FINALLY
beg me not. I’ll hit you out of the blue. I do like submissive boys, those frail-wristed twenty-somethings I can pin down with just one hand, papercut-thin and full of HELPLESS moans parting their lips, addictive desperation & weakness, letting me touch them wherever I, letting me loose, please, and corrupt the masculine, I would…
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On the other hand
I’ve been thinking of you with my hands, I– ‘ve been thinking so hard I nudged the lower lip of daylight, had no shame when it joined me soft pressure of shadows on skin and my hands with which I did more than imagine you in places I want you to know deeply I want…
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gleichzeitig sein
gigantisches, gewaltiges im-Stich-Gelassen-Sein immer weiter als allein: Himmel, wie kann man hellgrau und gleichzeitig sein? zersprungen, wie kann man gleichzeitig sein? Antworte, jemand, antworte, jetzt. Das Glas nur in Scheiben, hat nichts geholfen. Wie die Fenster gegen Leere: aussichtslos zugleich.
Die gelbe Tapete 