Treasure Island

Madrason writer

(24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

J L Heldring


Heldring's journal
boekt verslag
vreugdige
verhalen
of verslagen
allemaal
hoofdredacteur
met cephalische kleur
hongerig van
subject naar object,
het Per Se ter perse
brengend
of ter Lettre,
for the better
or the worse,
Atlantic Universe
blessing or a curse.
Homo Ludens of Travaille
niet dedain noch vals
maar niet om de hals
zaken heen draaiend
een verfraaiend
individu
nu is niet meer;
niemand haalt
op tijd
zijn eigen
deadline.


Madrason 29 04 2013

Submitted: Monday, April 29, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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