2007/04/14

　

several worlds holding on to the dirt

inside a damned dream there once a spirit

eating

even without any stopping the spirit

eat a dream saying,



"when will you turn back the shirt you wear?"



asking like one owes him much

so much, with regret and distortion of the sky

two worlds hold on to each other

and the third yelled out

loudly

eating

wandering

shitting

in the same place as what they did before



and the forth, and the fifth, and...



there was once a wirlpool of clipped words

in the mind of that ghost

walking

hopping

whipping the horse he rides

the boy he harms

the past he constructed

shadows, leaves, trees of funerals wither and fall



no noe could ever escape from violet lies

made from phonikes fibers so firm

so sure

solid,

rigid,

touchable and sentimental things there was once................



that spirit asked,

"why don't we move to the early spring next year"

"the early spring is already gone"

not a chance he gripped

nor a swamp he dipped his feet