Tuesday, March 2, 2010

VEELA.



An empty cartouche, waiting.
Braiding aspen tree roots, leaving the end of it, in the water.



Keyhole crowded with three teeth.
Blue rose tea.



In a needle, that is inside of an egg, in the belly of a duck that is packed into the head of a hare, in a crystal chest, buried under a green Oak tree, on a small track of land in the ocean.



Drooling near the lichgate.



A deaf symphony.



Stupid Ludmilla painted and foaming.



A sulphur stuffed sheep.
Walks on two black hooves.



Even if one hair gets plucked.

2 comments:

Nina Hartmann said...

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