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Seasonal Collection: Pictures & Words
April, 2018
Sleeping with Ghosts, Boudica
15.04.2018 20:19:09
respice te, regina barbaros
memento mori

Onwards! Godless warriors,
fight! For death or freedom’s sake!
Revenge hath a dance for us prepared
to lure and seduce,
she’s dressed well in peonies!

The weapons sharp, the goal in sight
The fires alit and impatient
The stares stern, the torches ready
Let them fear the ferals!
Burn down their colonia!

The Queen may pass
her legacy remains
Warrior Queen
loud and keen
thou hast shaken the walls of Rome.

451 Degrees of Graphite Mad et Len
15.04.2018 20:18:41
The dead of night
I cannot keep myself from
my mind, my skin
the scent of paper is

And the cinder becomes
my own revolution, my overt
And the cinder is
my curiosity in a single

What leverage a human
can hold over the past
What might a human
holds in a single lit

How much they seek
to erase and cremate the
shows how little they
understand the past and its
merit, values.

Brave New Shiseido Koto
15.04.2018 20:18:21
can be broken with one coursing
and the glass-bred buck snorts
while his doe is still bleating

Interrupted the
browsing and ruminating
the velvet rub instead of leather
blood-soaked venison
chest hit – bawling
it’s the feral dam that got away

The father state made
the feral and the trimmed
The father forgive me
for trying to grow feral

The father state determined
the diseased and the medicated
the father state forgive me
for trying to medicate the sick

Green Carnation, Friendly Manor
15.04.2018 20:18:03
ve to the pig
the godlike abomination
that learnt of alphabet and regulation?

And a puppy’s just a puppy
until it becomes a part
of the secret guard
the own vetiver in the backyard
becomes a graveyard

And a piggy’s a piggy
but won’t stay a piggy
when it lights its ciggy
cast out or sitting at a table
with its good night swiggie

And a farmer’s just a farmer
until the farmer
becomes a pig charmer
sharing a table
with the self-proclaimed martyr

And a dream’s a dream
and only a red carnation dream
can make it seem
as though its cotton seam
can connect reality with a distant dream

Diafana Oldioni Emerald Dream
15.04.2018 20:17:43
swaying to sleep, my heart
if it were not for tin and straw – sealed

Alas, the final run
on emerald kush studded
roads towards the spirit
my smoke is green-flooded

Mine was his
and mine was the best

Man-made faith
and the illusion are one matter
The former is just a minor scathe
whereas a shame is the latter

My counterpart can well compete
a cat, a rabbit and a caterpillar
The solution hides in my suede
my secret and his are similar
we are both mortals of the unfamiliar

Que sais-je, Coventry?
15.04.2018 20:17:22
for my unmentionables
I’m paraded like a prisoner

And behind a hazel
wooden door, I sense
a lonely rebel
pressed against the curfew

This ride in shame
they saved their coins to
coin a new name
to immortalise me

May this dolorous
high noon hack
bring prosperous times
upon my acreage
my people

Fig and Nut Veils
15.04.2018 20:17:02
you infused me, engulfed me,
craving the touch of your skin

A dance in the moonlight
A lonely dance of a ward
the dance of the courtesan
that stole your honey and milk aura

Your eyes, locked for none other
than me, the shameful
I held your life in my cradled
hands before my face

Yet you rest yours
on a silvery platter
after your untethered head
slipped from my lips, bloody
I will not disturb your slumber

The Black Tower of Aeaea
15.04.2018 20:16:41
Cannibalise thy neighbour,
Oh, filthy warrior of Ithaca!

So there, this charm of pig’s leather
be thy last bout of Eros
Bow before thy barefoot
Witch of Trepidation!

Hath Poseidon not
turned thy sail to the
death that is thine only?
Thou hast fought
an unjust war
that was not thine.

Hath thy faithful shrew
at home not preserved
her purity for thee
whereas thou sacrificed it
cast it at my feet?
Even thy cur shall reject thee.

Amaranthine Penhaligon’s Large
15.04.2018 20:16:19
hit the floor
Fuse the white white flower apelsitzo
with the red rosy-dosy, red gvastika

In the staja, all I dream at my goobas
is chai, kleb and eggiwegs
yet the Charlie speaks forgiveness
my glazzies pried open despite begs
Appypolly loggies and malivkas

And the great Bog
may keep my dusha
for my eemya’s nagoy in the gazetta
But why are some above the law,
And your faithful narrator less than a dog?

And who could condense
that your humble civil savant
robbed of his svaboda volly
would be the target of all taunt
all because of a little ultraviolence…?

Red against White
15.04.2018 20:16:00

And wherefore doth
thy rose to the left
in red appear bereft
as it pledged a solemn troth
to a carnation?

Metallic sabre rattling fills the air
as the red dragon
as the red army
conquers the white army
conquers the white lion

Hast thou not harkened
to the foretold tale
of the star-crossed lovers?
Their fate could be thine as well
Oh throne of Albion

Cassini Report Daphne
15.04.2018 20:15:40
along my spine
a tight corsette

On my head
a crown of bay leaves
leave me to my own
I cannot head on

To hold out
an offering to the deities
I offer an Olympic crown
a bowed head surrenders

At last may
Phoebus admire me
his divine fingers stroke
my rigid and frigid
arms and legs

1805 Effi
15.04.2018 20:15:20
zehn Fuß waren nur zwischen uns
ein Arzt und ein Notar

Sein Leichnam ach gebettet nun
auf Tannennadeln- Bernsteinkies
doch sein Schuss touchierte nicht
mein zweiter trifft in das Gesicht

Keine Miseracordia
Keine Caritas für sie
Sie ist allein
so soll es sein

Meine Ehre ward beschmutzt
und so war es an mir allein
dies zu bereinigen
Gott vergebe mir.

Applause Castle Forbes Pequod
15.04.2018 20:14:31
to crown the sea
to adorn the timber

instead of ice
the core is undermined
by the roots of
life-sustaining wood

legless biblical ship protocol
modified whale paintings
the biggest slashes in narration
by my harpoon

Elijah professed
I will wave one last time
tethered to your side
I will culminate
with you

Le Dandy D’Orsay Lolita
15.04.2018 20:14:01
run over the tongue
like twelve-year-old whisky?

Who can withstand
the ginger-colored
temptation in the center,
the gentle sprout’s curves?

On the floor, I scattered
nail polish and
scented tobacco
I am on my knees for her

Jinxes mark my way
Have I not marked so many?
I cannot believe
the murmur in my name
could cause a quivering ruckus

Hugo Red Medea
15.04.2018 20:13:38
die trotz des Zedernholzes
Motten sättigte und fing?

War es denn nicht jene Hand
vor kurzem noch geküsst
im Liebestaumel,
die verzweifelt zum Metallischen griff?

Ja, ist es denn allein an mir
im schweren Verrat
zu harren und erdulden
nur um nicht geliebt zu werden?

Ja, ist es denn nur mein Verschulden,
dass dieser hier nun so
seine Kinder wiedersieht
nachdem er Jahr und Tag
nicht eines Weges kam?

Golaçon Avon Anaïs [REVOLT]
15.04.2018 20:12:41

Toubib, Toubib
j’ai accepté de l’essayer
mais mon impression, c’est foul
l’amour fou, folie à trois

En dessous de moi
j’ai vu le tapis, se transformer
en mer, j’ai le mal de mer
d’algues rouges et vertes

En dehors de moi
la porte, elle porte
la pagode, une pagode
faite des cantaloups orientaux

En dedans de moi
j’ai froide, je garde mon sang-froid
j’ai été battue d’ambre
je me sens flavescente

Toubib, Toubib
Juin m‘a volé mon identité
et entre repos et excitation
l’érotisme d’anise

We’re Ambred’Or II
15.04.2018 00:31:58

... the √(-1)
The Datura in me
despaIrs over her lImItlessness

The final revolution
reflects in my IrIs,
but she objected
„There is no final revolution.
Revolutions are infinite.“

The one dances In
yester-centurIes dresses
The Other clings tO
the unbrOken sciOn of
her salted wOmb

The auditorium of 112
shrinks in my perception
a cell of my mind
made of concrete walls
Filled with cheap cologne

Sacre Tabac Sucre House of Street Sweepers
15.04.2018 00:31:03
face of liberty
we know behind the hedge
they drew in closer to us

tobacco eyes
gazed into our pate
thick smoke
rose from their lips
burnt word-fragments
nested in our ears

Gaea renders unto us
no, not us – me
what is mine
the seed I bear
the logos I couldn’t

The fire-bearer, I am to be
A sylvan thirteenth
tribe will sprout
neither slave nor master
neither mass nor hermit
but human beside human

Libri Fleurage MCMLXXXIV
15.04.2018 00:30:32

trust in artsem
be thickened by crimestop

We viciously fight the enemy
Eurasia Eastasia
its inked lies
and its duckspeak

We are united in doublethink
We are strengthened by prolefeed
We are devoted to our YP
We are hostile towards unpersons

We are indivisible by love
with peace and truth
with plenty
of justice
for some.
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