In exotic colonies
of pagan thoughts
my consciousness
is desperate roaming
...
on some level we all
are aggregations of cells
like prisons
if life after death exsists
...
In the darkness of an empty entrance
A female voice said:
Follow me upstairs…
...
between the lines are words
you have to be aware
some say the truth is there
my thoughts are washed and fresh
...
Fake verbal crystal sugar i was fed
before i knew of you; your honey words
like golden liquid fill my head;
now i am starving for this flavoured blend;
...
A dream about a kiss
of another man
fell slowly like a leaf
between two bodies,
...
There was a time
when single word of her
was valued more
than barrel petrol
...
A face
emerged again from space...
Time,
a distorting soulless mirror
...
Huddled up in the cloister of her hair
beyond red lips her teeth - white rosary
It's all she needs to be a nun in privacy.
...