It is, they say, a great mirage
to wait for soap enriched lavage.
But all the trouble she went through
it was not meant to be for you.
She had forgotten by midday
that you had never gone away.
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‘ Come’, said Gitta (that’s my niece) ,
as I was looking at the creasethat I had ironed into dampand quite expensive, dark-blue trousers.‘just leave those civil clothes behind, ‘I thought that nudists are arousers,with sex and mayhem on their mind.I tried to find a thrifty reason,but she insisted she knew why,I said it was late in the seasonand that I really was…
I am so devastated,
to XANTHELASMA,on the lids, to me it isthe smell of death,dull fragments straight from Hell,but it is I who fails.
Much soothing
smoothing anyrough spotstouch-me-notsso manyhave missedin vain hopeto be kissed.It’s the moonnot the sunthat is sendingall tearsbut you are the dopemay I see you soon?
They’re coming now.
the one with no repeat?Or did you fret and cryas deep inside your mindthe wheels were turningto find a way, to flee.And your amygdala,it never throws the toweluntil the battle is truly lost.There is no mercyand nightmares do come true,nor does it help, my boythat many pray for you.No man should have the rightto take…
I see you, standing in the station’s light, my mother
your loving arms hold tightly now my little brothera few stray glances linger, leave our sorry plight.I see your shivers, mother, it is not just cold,you know that parting is a bitter little death.There comes a time, you said, for all to leave the fold,you seem so fragile now and small and out of breath.But…
I woke with just a twinge of shame
at me, your Mona Lisa eyeswere young and fresh and, oh so wise.The picture hung in my old schoolwhere years ago, I’d been the fool.You had, it was so very clearlured me to you, to have me near.The symbol here, the word called framebrought Sigmund part of his big fame.My dream was wild (they’re never…