surplus.

I. I stay behind for a while

consumed

raised on hyacinth peaks

of the moment who uses her autopsy record

hysteria means attracting

attention

I repeat the Nabokovian mantra/ life is

a game of delights and delusions

the ones beyond the glass beyond the line/ of his.

he. adept of the (epicusim) epic

neurotic pulse

of mediocrity monopolized by the weak.

I. animus narandi

subterranean voluptuousness

of every banal gesture

fallen smoke apples

vanitas

i like movement/alternate upload

that borders on a dull logic

a kind of golden meat

like a

lie of self

(come-back/ has the obsession of originality too)

he. stands in the perspective of my past

on the tips and

consumes painkillers

seasons chew scales

and thorns/ antinomy with nothing

always dreaming of the sea with foam.

I. am the sea and describe

the penetrations and the unravelling of forms

and he feeds the dolls with currant blossoms

black berries.

me again. there's a n.p. in every/ I think

you are someone else

like you on the stripe

a point of north

where memory lies in excess

it. it's the point where you wonder if

you can kill yourself in a lush palette/ rarely accepted

because I liked the prompt: gloss

me. i am incestuous after all

loving the other

caressing her like a circle gone vicious.

he. breathing heavily reaches a room

huge sometimes it's

arbitrary and discreet, sometimes dramatic and flamboyant.

Me. I rediscover sleep in circles.

concentric circles the asphalt that

breathes in the rain

his molecular thought enters my dress

landscapes

printed melt into my flesh/ I travel

I laugh in colour

with a Turkish name

with them I paint clay pots in the markets/ from Morocco

I want an umbrella for

a Parisian rain

earrings for a night in tokyo

music from my berlin

pop art with lots of yellow

and art nouveau.

him. nothing scares more

than the genitive.

voilà c'est moi yours

mine is a clinical twitch / curettage without anaesthesia

an apocatastasis of green

time melts away serenely

I. cry again with tears of clover