sketch pad

meine umwelt

avec moi, sans moi,

par moi

Ahh… and the tales I shall unfold

May blast comprehension if the truth be told

An ode to the masters, martyrs and whims

A satyr on life and sullied daydreams


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Game of Mirrors

Celebrating Life Parasitised

Fruits for bidding

Corn? Gold to wizened hand

For dis gust ation

Blue? Cratic return

Roaming pushed to fore

Symbolic metaphor for dis cuss ion

Roaming per form ance handled

Under wizened brows encircled

Wife in shadows "daughter"

Roaming pushed to fore

Two thousand years, from six to ten

Cut glass

Feeding from the trough

Under wizened brows encircled

Roaming pushed to fore

Lifeline through the trough cut

Spartan sparkle

Mountain streams and clay deposits

The sound of music shed free

Roaming pushed to fore

(23rd July ‘16)2

Circling 'round behind

Above below aping

All blocked to no horizon

You should(n't) have listened to me

Decried the echo bouncing

Distorting every sound between the planes

I am you the mirror circled

Invisible hands grabbing thieving

Sudden glimpse of nonsense riddles

Cut from flesh laid on tombs

As stumbling starving

Two small pieces of bread (dis)appear

What's the answer?

Any answer call or sign of pain

Sickle to the calf stabbed behind

Feed us what's the answer

All blocked mirrors circling

'Round behind to no horizon

Smiling reproduction for bidding

Reflected back the water hole

I am you the mirror circled

Context out of place of time

You can't manage look on they climbed

Split and spread all seed

We'll make up the difference!

Feed us what's the answer


(23rd July ‘16)