2009/10/06

Tale of reticulate muscle

kissing blush of the twilight
[whitewashed fleshy birds]
star-strucked drowned pretenders
[ragingly wide-eyed day-dreaming]
with no more kings to obey
than your unsung crisscrossed heart

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3 comentários:

Blondewithaphd disse...

No more German... right, but English is an altogether different matter. So, I see.
Vaguely reminding me of Dylan Thomas, maybe on account of the whitewashed fleshy birds. A kind of gruesome image, I might add. Dense.

Alexandre disse...

Spot on, blonde. Dylan was, indeed, an inspiration. :)

candida disse...

i dont speak english, man-little