Ramberg (91-94)
Amici, Diem Perdidi
In the shadow of the night,
In this deadened lonely fight,
Silence trickles from the walls,
And weary mongrels bark their calls.
But look, there in the damp twilight,
It's not unlike a labour ward sight,
Hidden creatures crave existence,
New thoughts want to break the old fence.
Through the window's unlarge frame
Steals through sound, scent and fame
Of five billion's sweat and respiration,
And these terms' lusty consummation.
Men and women, want to live all,
The past drives us and prospects cajole,
Deformed instincts whip us on
Through life's bridges, just for fun.
But the dawn cuts through all this,
And when the new sun brings new hardships
I shall be quite ready to say:
My good friends, I've wasted a day.
Promise
Cold, what? Cold! yes
But maybe not so
Snow was falling through the oval branches of the moonlight
But it was no summer. Night.
The greenness in my soul flooded ...
Up & down, up & down
She made some gestures behind the window
Rather rude, but inviting,
I knew you weren’t alive
Foaming, you were foaming
Her eyes were foaming
Black sticky foam was floating in the air
And he went on cruelly dissecting,
as some sculptures made love in the dust of a faraway road
not even paying attention to the dogs
You never cared too much for dogs
And I was not even barking, just whining
Walking around her bloody dissected erection
Lying on the wall like a prisoner
Closed into a decision, Outside - where now?
She quite-fade-cooled
and I possessed your final dream for a while.
Even though it's Summer
With every new experience
emotions fall off me like autumn leaves
Standing in front of an observatory
observing myself objectively
through an objective...
as my thoughts overtake my speech
and ejaculate into the open air
Time and I appear on each other's menu concurrently
in the race for conquering sanity.
Lost,
or is it to be retold
questioning the feeling
ambiguous if it's not
do, undo, and redo
perchance none of it
All,
so said some sad voice
first founded then found
over inverted vertigo
Gone,
what was never
to be finished
by 2 rivers of light
passing through the dusk
repeated exposure
too much of no time
might miss less limits
mere size is more right
Left,
behind leaves a rule
the wine and must
dive for the dead
dove for divine
Anew,
land blood omits enough
line endless virgin seashell
farewell spoiled coughs fire
Strolling ...
Strolling along the darkened sidewalks of life
Refusing the friendly calls of pubs
waiting to believe, waiting to get back,
waiting to wait.
Amorphous ice-formation binding the heart
Keeping the agile emotions at bay
Challenges of the aimless nights
Drowned in the bluish light of a TV set
Blood-warming razor blade dreams
Loitering through the streets of the mind
The sound of two feet beating the road
And a whistle cutting through the cold air
Sweet pain, how I await you!
Apparently
Remember the local water
flowing with retarded
momentum away
from any grasp?
Freaks & stuff and while
we bottle our own
careless anxiety,
Balls deflate.
Escape the elimination
of minuscule errors.
You knew or I said that
conscious chaos shatters
the slaughter of senses.
Dreams of drugless nights
Deliberately ignore distaste
The stand-by ticket of life
propagated through time
by heavenly suicide promises:
Dreams of drugless nights
Deliberately ignore distrust.
Sirens blow elegantly
at the wedding
of Fortuna.
Bribe-groom
opens its umbrella
ready for the oily rain.
Supine Zone (have of Fidos)
(excerpt)
...
The appeal appalls.
Enough of waiting naively in front of
Bulletin boards.
Fearless expectations, retreat to
The mournful heroine era!
Handcuffs dangle delicately,
This geisha is only on parole.
The leash of her Canaan flows with
Milk and blood,
And the metal bits, towering high
Penetrate the cloud with a sigh
Rain starts falling behind curtain
While resurrections multiply
And as a pious elongation of the pathetic play,
Holy earache, marching freely,
Lubricates the unsound mind
Coupling with void, dark and eerie,
Cheerful vice breeds its own kind.
Unaware, in the supine zone,
Poodles pee proudly.
(dedicated to FZ)
Yellow-boiling eyes
Show-time builds up with sudden slowness
Spasms flash back and forth
through yellowish-black eyes.
Infant murder urine splashes
Vagina pretender bends lashes
Growing nails in the coffin
Skin open fist to wall smashes
By noise hurdle broken suction
Will stripper can cow can function
Destilled brain drip burst skull
Vomit shy cover mercy flesh seduction
Mandrake condensation-trail graces
Airy Venus camouflage laces
Instinct uglier inflict pain whore
Shining pink lipstick excrement traces
Portrait of lizards as nuances
(So let us loiter)
On the road, under the bridge, over the edge
or at the crossroads
Slow dreams whistle their own replications
tuned to the dirty looks of dark sunglasses
your soul rolling about in the mud
begging to give away a cigarette
until your fist hurts
and the silence burps into your face
Slip into the gentle generation gaps
to renovate your aging fantasy
and hope it solves itself
you can get a hard-on from frustration
these are the days of eat me signs
drink some more is around the corner
and the wry smile of decadence is intoxicating
Naked, Duchamp and Cage are holding hands
on top of a slaughter-house
That building will make a beautiful ruin
Flabbergasted by juggernauts
Banal gnarls make lame refreshments
So switch on the vacuum-cleaner
and enjoy the buzz
set the defaults before a treadwheel is assigned
and here's a proof by intimidation:
No, you cannot. It has to be cleaned first.
That's alright, I can really appreciate that,
That's alright, I can really appreciate that,
press the infinite-loop button ...
Things are either inhaled or reasonable at best
Didn't you like her colored hair?
Enticed by the hope for fatalism
Seduced by the winks of misanthropy
let us pretend to be strangers next time
all after doubt
all after want not might i don not can say
I which change circumstances what you know i could only
the unless not will I if you were not doing
therefore what from me stops what stops me
from what therefore i will not
what doing not were you
if only could I know you unless the circumstances change
what say can not do I which i might not want
doubt after all
Summer in the Plains
I inhale with ease the mild scent of sunrays, broken jeans warm
my calves, and a bored fly paces up and down the sweaty back of
my feet. Light pain in the lower left molar. The grey asphalt
limply yields under the weight of heels, only the dust sits on it
patiently. Tired humming of old cars and the sunwarm yawn of a
bandy-legged dog. I refuse to make haste, and leisurely soak in
the languor of summer in the plains.
Natural Lidocain
I fancy the misillusion of hangoverseas
where ample lava of perpetuating suspicion,
wading afoot,
stands hyena proud,
in which some minor damp tide of eclipse evolves,
while the sacred rubber fuel of your lethargy perishes
as grace,
engaged to a donor,
and a legalized murderess,
reissues the drainpipedream powder with wireless shave
for the laconic counteinteraction of a horny crotch bum
and half a swan project of meagerly merging
by the leaking intimacy,
neither pause retains
or whether spikes dial for pursue in due course,
yellowish noon breaks into fragile grid-salvation
but lucid
A game of tag
An ivy twines, climbs up the tree
And my eyes follow the ivy
They chase each other playfully
Where?
A wall's in front of me, and I'm behind it
And gloating gleams quietly in between
Prickly pebbles slow my immobility on the river beach
A naked little girl pees into the shallow water
Tourists in the sun, drunkards in the shade
Only the public transportation comforts me
Where teenagers spread their sweaty thighs
Behind the panting muzzles of their dogs
The wall's behind me, and I'm behind it
DeCider
Here one stands
Somewhat effortlessly
So called crossroads
of DOMINA (to be read slowly for sure)
Breeders' choice
Red with blue-blinking blue neon signs:
"Stay ahorse?"
She begs for an immediate
mediate interpretation
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