Every means of communication what is call languages are mysteries
I am a foreigner in an insulated capsule
I taste. I explore. I take samples to try and break loneliness
I'm learning. Maybe, one day, I will be truely able to write and talk.

dimanche 28 août 2011

Strip Joint by Ellumbra (2011)

Would you strip away
All that is warm with hope,
Full of promise,
With the scalpel of your curiosity,
Pare me to skeletal bone,
Enchained forever by your sight,
Your eyes,
Your knowing,
A camera, to steal another soul,
A cage, repealing flight,
A pot, in which to miniaturise,
Is that who you would have me be,
A confirmation of mortality?

read more @ : Cloudpillows (Ellumbra)

mercredi 24 août 2011

stuck in a puddle

how is it ?
not really disgusting
this mud feeling
glued methink
is not such a big tale
let it pass

but now
I 'm slowly sinking

dream's time

I can't see the way

Shadowed words all around
like alien jellyfisches
so sweet so tight so bright

I wish
I wish you could fly me
once more
but it seems
flashing its white teeth
stucks me in that puddle
with a drifting breath

à Joséphine, tursiops amicus