Hate and admiration in the late-night hour / The spell / Spring / Plea
Hate and admiration in the late-night hour
Oh, Internet
Magnificent subtracter of time
Patterer to the needy, spark to the fiery
Croupier who exchanges us symbols for minutes
Glimmering image and chameleonesque yearning
Hairless and hairy cunt
Crucial and rare information
Headless captive
Stage of conflicts and abstracts of conflicts
Tasty location in food reduction
Thou who drinks us through the eyes
And widely opens the doors of destiny
With gratefulness we give it to thee
The spell
I buff myself before a poem
If it were a sports competition, I would be disqualified
I am disqualified
I look at a tree, thunder, rain.
Inarticulateness of disqualification
Thus the Sun fried
All things small, petty, insignificant
Spring
I didn’t
Consent to getting bukkaked
By several
Groups of trees
Plea
If you haven’t seen De Sica and Antonioni
I was always afraid of becoming
That guy
But I can still tell you to fuck off
They know all the titles
And the cameraman, they call him
Director of photography
More nuanced: cinematographer
They named all the stars
And they will name all the others
O God grant us a war
Not a proxy one, a real thing
To kill us or cleanse
Excuse me and I’m sorry
My darling weed left me
Mitigating factor for spreading
Masculinity as 19th century
Femininity
O whisky, speak to me all the braveness
Of not having an office job
Show me the Frenchman
That’ll stop this killing
Show me that guy
That’ll make you understand