it was dark when we kissed
in the Black Forest Haze.
Could you ever forget
how your dad greeted us
as he sat on the stairs,
I went home on the bus?
Oh those childish times,
we obeyed all the rules
as I write down these rhymes
I can tell we were fools.
When I next travel south
to the Forest’s green fringe
could I borrow your mouth,
can we go on a binge?
Just to make up for those
days of innocent touch
I will bring you a rose
reminiscence as such.
Das Fleisch ist weich und rosarotein Zeichen fuer den nahen Tod.Mein Schwanz dringt ein, es ist soweitnur Jubel, Trubel, Heiterkeit.Doch das ist Irrsinn, denn er schwimmtden Sinn des Lebens mit sich nimmt.Es ist doch alles scheissegaldie Welt geht unter, allemal.
Impressed I’d be if any finger lingersjust after testing leakage in the dike.Times have a habit of converting sensereplacing it with bovine oddities.There was no need to use a focal lensto find the spring where Cantadora pees.The times are seven during cyclic days.And in between there’s ample time for taste.So many roads would lead to…
slumps a boy, mouth open wide,one strong hand on either side.Tiny squirts of toxic badnessinto fabric mask of madness,ethyl chloride puts you under,ether brings the out cold yonder.Scalpel made of stainless steelslightly curved to let him peeltonsil tissue from the crypts,just a touch of solid stypts.Gets the little bleeders quietthey can make for quite a…
chuckling loudly about the great deal300 horses oh what a sweet blast.Coppers are hanging on to my tail,ought to be chasin’ the crooks in town,planting my foot, stay out of jailwhat’s going up surely comes down.God gave me this Daimler Benzain’t my corned beef if laws of the landdo not conform, I have great friends,up…
And over tea and humblepieI answered with hostility.The tea was gone, so was the piewhen someone named Futilityjoined both of us and told us whywe needed serendipity.He was, I’m telling you no liethe picture of civility,‘make peace’, he said, ‘too soon you’ll die’,it was a probability.The smart man now let out a sigh,sure sign of…
In thick plankton got caughthe had never quite thoughtthat the meadow would beovergrown in the sea.
