© Jolande van Lith
while chicken
believe
in morality's cock, nonexistent relief, a chick [fancy-free] seeks a field
for her wild
breathing mind.
she was raised on a s.t.r.a.n.g.e kind of wine [please think twice] and cascade
on cascade
on cascade on
some mouses aroused by the thirst in her mouth, in her veins [please
translate
a great deal
of agrees, and indeed throw the purpose, as seen, in between]. she
wrote rules
in a notebook:
oppose to a world which one calls 'counting crowd', shout lacuna lacuna,
search shoes
with a view
though to view corresponds little monkeys and words separated
from fainting
from flesh
in a content of physical fate [no! condition of weight·less·ness].
moonshakes
of mushrooms
she finds [seeking b.l.i.n.d but alive] in a field full of
fainting
in spite of -
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20-08-2011
while chicken / believe
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