Author: admin

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

27 October 2007

A red tree with a blue drop of ink crossed the river
She didn’t know where is the forest
She met a blue cigarette
And a yellow lighter kissing.

The cloud is making
His own rhythm of Troy
‘What is your destination?’
Said Mary the rose
‘I am searching for my life of blue light.’
Replied by the shadow
And the green grass moves to the north for kate.

Circle circle round round table
I have sit a chair above
Slowing down the girly sin of a windy trip,
The weather missed the ship of sheeps.

The hill, the maze
the Cinderella on the shelf,
Live with Alice and the rabbit.
A fish sleeps at the corner smoking weed.
They meet and kiss their cheeks.

Standing horror shaking hips
gypsy Florence knows the Myth.
A lamp with my mind in it
shines to my eyes without a sleep,
Warms the wall and makes my piece.
Sydney, Sydney, pear of sweet,
sleepy Sleepy, I must sleep.