Who can kill the one who looks a lot like the other one at don Quixote armour loneliness is how it is Praised be otherness of others! Test the final stroke especially if effective observe the infinite weakness of the rest rundown old barrels They look just like the other ones. I used to liveContinue reading “Merry get-togethers from Alcatraz (Zina)”
As long as we keep “normal madness” we can tackle the reality of an open-air craze. Only a completely cured lunatic can cope with society. I do not believe in completely healed cases.
I’m an engaged woman one that’s still necking with sky I skip the fence, these are the bunches of bushes these are the lengths of the backbone (Does the soul have urges and gut?) I’m scared of my poetic responses I am hungry by being an everlasting land I seduce the heavens so that IContinue reading “Off the record – I am scared of my poetic responses”
Blindness – the fate of the damned one Hush – the habit of a killer And dream – the wake of a mortal It could have been three men Merged with their eyes Even though one of them is the blind man To encounter a man with all his senses is a rarity Because theContinue reading “The fate of the damned one”
Wilhelm Friedman was spat upon to the point of pain. A boozehound died poor… They then admit… The dude hit the clavier, like the buckish bios of notable rock stars. Oy vey, there was a movie as well, I think the title of it is, in fact, Wilhelm Friedman, where he suffers and struggles HeContinue reading “The Habitus of Wilhelm Friedman”
One little, two little, three little coxcomb pray slack our rage with a futile thought so I heard them strumpet through the weeping dark reverberating as the Sable laughed, howls hot coles, abstract, to fill in the gap as thus released my rain barrel And as he spoke a new man die so add blindContinue reading “Dehumanization”
Horses no longer want to ride you nor to spur your flame Goodbye… never again… from your blood, bird calls Goodbye soldier, farewell sword! A beaten, sputaneous apparition, my old robber devoured with time, I’ve devoured time, Deeper, every minute I’m looking at the height of the earth and her circular endless Copyright ©Continue reading “Goodbye soldier, farewell sword”
Life is a dream for awaken men to walk on and sleepwalking by shards of broken porcelain. ** Život je san po kojem se budan hoda i mesečari krhotinama slomljenog porculana. Copyright © 2019 by Leila Samarrai Mehdi All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in anyContinue reading “Broken shards of porcelain”
to a man who has upset my dream. You’re a harasser just like Gurdjieff, Buddha or Jesus You’re disturbing my dormancy You dig in my inner composure Whoever upsets our sleepiness, we will disperse them (I want to hurt you..) The dream was “so wonderful”. The Dream can be beautiful, and I do not haveContinue reading “to a man who has upset my dream.”
verse –sediment of nausea I blossomed in the hollow of bitter courage On a feast – with abundance, wisdom, beauty Like a satiated Erot taste me of Plato’s plate Crush me with fingertips of oak And with the milk of mother finish my body.