Remembering last september

In the gnowing jewing teeth of
Red river down broking the silver
Of my marveleous heart does happens
True story of love that could be
So neat so nevertheless glancing
With somelike clarity - not mine
Not mine - in thunders of skylike occean
Anf fish of his eyes or incects of her
Mouth Does their unseparable breeding
And the breast-like down vowing
His monotonuous vow like the seal
That could have been left but still in use
And so dissapear from pangs of the view
Sadly but undependently...
Such a case such usual case of riding over
the labour and tideousness of the beating
and knocking over the doors of the next day
the next fucking day... red velvet in your eyes
Bye bye baby.

                Gilbert Tenderwood





The monotonous moon of that weak tonge
Selfish flower that does knock knock
Like cuckoo in your shallow breast your
Vegetable breast your opened scarlet
Disgusting mouth - What are you for my nipples
I ask you I seek in the wood of the night
Glimmerring lowerring trigerring - what the hell
What the proud soul you have bought up and down
Up and down...I pray you shut up your grey tooth
Your gnowing alphabetical tooth vertical eys
And all the whole pounding and pounding
At the blue wind of your wishes velvet-like round head
Sharing long legs without any sense between them
Smelling lizard of past day winter summer everyday ...
Any sound is like water within sea-starved, hungry fleimish sea
Big belly jealeous tonge Good night

                Anabelle



<I>Suns and moons mooves theirs habits and I
Am looking on dragon-flyes and I am looking on them  and
I am feeling   fear and I am hearing them and nevertheless
Thin smile is appearing over the lillac of this face
And does its tremble - miracleous and feeble
Just  same way the dolhin does his wise sneering
Down the ocean or down and over and up and down
Looking for a smile in his eys.</I>