Afterlife

10 November 2007

white shining licking flashing ringing boring
Good flowing into the deep blue
boring greedy soon
lining courtyard

I am a stone a flattened stone
in the river waiting for a fish.
Flyer from me, happening runs out of time

a cube in a cup flowing on a flat sea frog
a little green frog from a rainbow
and a blue from the fall

my hair is dark
my eyes are blue
a pale seashore
a frog sleeps on the stone
who is me afterlife.

Swimming in the sound
Landing on my stomache
Living in my body
soaking my legs
and i want a piece of silence

breathing the wind, the wine
sand in the eyes
i want to say
I am fine

ylk of screen an orange electronic wind
wavy scene
daring him
British dream
Socialst means

I walk through the wind
Wind goes through my skin
I found pins

80 days in dreams
70 days of dreams
150 days away from the dust into shit
ending

I am old I am conservative
My blood is from the yellow river
no its from the victoria harbour