Coline-Break

poetry came in my heart

even though i said not to;

i moved suddenly and screamed

and scorned and, scared, poetry

left me, scarred;

i usually let a man if

i know i want to be kissed and

i usually let a man know if i

want to be kissed and it’s not so

quickly.

poetry came in my heart

my who cares heart

my trivialised, marginalised, tranquilized,

ratified, gentrified, dissatisfied heart.


settled dusts on it


what’s that picture you are holding,

is it of me?

it fell off the wall?

“did you go to the palace…

it’s best just to get a feel for the place”


contemplating decisive action i

trigger a google-search for

denis roche


“ok well phone me any time this week…

except for wednesday, i ”


find works of art, sleepwalking:

do your parents ever worry about you?

“open?”

contemplating decisive action, i