It rolls around and bumps but never brakes
Playing with the sun’s childish smile, stroking all things around
Never really stopping, in the direction of a contact to come
Your legs, my arms, her breast
Yet in the end it explodes.
*
There is a vein running from your fingers through your arm
And it’s the line I’m going to follow
Enlightened windows don’t do me no good
So I’ll swallow all there is depending on the amount
Of filth you want to add to my sorrow
*
Once the string was but lightly stroked after being pinched
And hit and worked on and pulled pulled pulled without ever breaking
A tear begun to roll down a cheek just like the perfect circle
Except it wouldn’t explode because it was free and impure and the result of a tremendous amount of words and sounds and wishes and desires
It came out of you
*
Delicious child
Tormented child
Vicious child
Delicate child
Pomegranate child
Let me despair
*
She picked up a camera and looked through the lens
There was the power
And all the men lay down their arms stretched out
*
The girl stood up and slammed the door
In the most delicate of manners
When it broke the splinters stood there
Floating away
Tomorrow is a word she just can’t hear
Stuck in the air between a mouth and open lips
*
I don’t mind the distance between you and me
I don’t want to fill the gap
Just let me free a thousand
Or at least one self
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| Nauman - Revolving upside down |
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