The Love Circus Goes On

A certain smile, a special lock
All the tunes and sound effects...
The fine melody lingers on
"Love it is" spit from the recorder

White light again produced
Happiness, but it won't last
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Burst after burst
The love circus goes on

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The Window Is Not A Window

Have you been salted?
We're never crippling limit
Nice beds and all of it
This can't happen to me

I turn off love
A toad pool with conflict
A man which ends
Hanging off it

We are not paid
In this life or another
Trace my circled steps...
Contemplation knew of no solution

"Really blind are those that see"

Anagram From The Planet Venus

Midnight
A new decade
He lights his cigar
A landing field
The worst will happen

Bring forth ponds and willows

Midnight
In the wrong pipe
Two computer programmers exploded
Very slowly...
We have obtained some strange results

"Fill your hoppers with the lightest trash"

The wait...
Request for help - unanswered
Reality Film - blurred
What kind of curse
could it have been?

"They received an anagram from Venus"

Reports from the Grey Veil

The Temple You Make

The temple you make with your fingers
up! Sun Nostalgia.
Tepid in the palm,
being equal to having no fishhook
or half-sleep. If you read this:

Yesterday - yes? ...
"The moon, this hour."
exotic apple transformed as reports from
through alabaster fingers. Do come!
together like bits of written life scripts

stone floating where space is
inside the cows
And you, your murky nirvana--
Dislodged dream you tap.
Pull it out with your fist.

-pink bitterness. wake
My habit to key-note
Voodoo open hinge
Epiphany for God's short letter
"To be all wind."

Wet Mouth Speaks

thunderstorm by Friday
and love crumbles in
working on the blue tip:
rotate, rotate at normal speed
during the sex act
in order to accomplish the purpose

pretend an interest
if I could again...
of Sodom who can stab
in the Ovens and behind the
mined guards everywhere
know what buttons to push

wet mouth to word static
living under such limited circumstances
- including orgasm ("smear it on!")
we learned also something about
the technicians who faded

a continuous round of control system
the "criminal" was strapped
purple rasp tongue moving in:
"you win something like mucus"
and a dishonorable charge

The Tall Sickness Waits

sitting naked at the bottom of
the circumstances 70 tons of
flute and we follow the Mercury sandals
eventually be relieved of SOS
the cover of the horrible images is my square food
and the tall sickness waits

fade out to Gothenberg
do not believe erogenous holes and pepper
show them how ugly "Reality" can be
Meditation? Hiroshima is gleaming
pleasure I must fight with candle in ass
and the tall sickness waits

the worst is yet to come
from the Sudden Inspiration Department
your army lost
the "detour sign" a Biological Law
reverse switch is taking over
and the tall sickness waits

All Good Things Come From The Hypochondriac

we might start with a smile
it is a day like any other
I offer you nothing
void everywhere, calculating
love? with whom?

"I don't remember"
the crust from the beginning to understand
tortured metal typical leak out
know eventually not relieved
SOS the music shifted heavy metal state

writers the distant voices and the reformed
"Everything is just fine," he said
do not believe insect screams
it's all the same, the Reality Film broke
all good things come from the hypochondriac

Reports from the Grey Veil

Report from the Grey Veil

It is a day like any other
Tortured metal typical leak out
Know eventually be relieved
Blocks of SOS heavy metal state

Love with whom? "I don't remember"
The Reality Film blurred
Reformed, transformed as
reports from the Grey Veil

The crust from the beginning to understand
The calculating music, the distant voices
Shifted and reformed through alabaster fingers
Iron claws of authority quash the old area

Mined guards everywhere
In the Sex Shop, in the Ovens and behind
the muddy waters of Norway
The rare juxtaposition of tube worms

It's the same everywhere:
Reality Film broke
Across the sky there is a smell
of Sodom who can stab the window

It is a day like any other
I am hiding beneath the rain
Programs run to cover "Nothing is real" eggs
Bring together the state of fiction

Condition: wait for smile? over the void!
Tonight we might start - yes?