Sweet jelly of my eyes
lies and is quiet
and cries
in silver of dishes.
I look and see
cyclic motion
of clock pointers .
Inhalation-exhalation:
died, all the same!
Died silently, -
to no purpose or not, -
soon know an answer
somewhere there,
from a that side all,
under noise of drums.
It was here said me,
as though I living -
is a ballshit!
My enigmatic smile
lies all.
Day, night –
there is not a difference, -
asshole or face.
I am an incorporeal ball,
I am an looser,
but not Buddha.
Your sympathy
me would make laugh,
if I was living.
Sweet jelly with eyes,
lying in silver.
Good and evil:
two in one...
Does not matter...
© Copyright: Миклош Шадор, 2009
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Thanks, braza Al ! We will say "che-e-e-e-ese" together!
Миклош Шадор 26.01.2009 12:16 Заявить о нарушении
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