When I think, that I will never have seen the Grand Canyon.
Nhe sailed out into the ocean on a fishing trawler.
I drink tea from well traveled, eat dates from Tunis, ich weiss sogar wie eine Mandel schmeckt aus Südafrika.
And I can only say hello in one language!?
Yes but hello!?
When I think, that I will have known the scent of very few people, while I'm lying here in my solid oak bed, Bought: Heimberg, Micasa.
Have not the slightest idea, what a wood beetle feels.
Introduce Heimberg: Dump, in which there are two furniture stores.
Filled with cheap reading glasses, Scented candles and electronic chimneys, nicht etwa Ingrid Bergmanns Kopftüchlein,
Filled with cheap reading glasses, Scented candles and electronic chimneys, nicht etwa Ingrid Bergmanns Kopftüchlein,
flatternd hinter Flachbildschirmen. A little bit invalid.
About localities, die grummeln im Tal, hangs a slightly concave sky. Or is that now my slightly slipped idea?
When I think, what the wide sky could do to me, I would understand him on a large scale…!!
Over bridges on concrete pillars, that tower so high, as in “us” the tennis player's accounts.
The most colorful cities in the world, Koje and Koje gedrängt, the essence. And the most decadent juggernauts- Crash of Cultures-
I would understand something about longing!
And it would not be protected! Heaven knows, from what?!
And it would not be protected! Heaven knows, from what?!
What do I know about in my bed …………………………………………………………………………………………
mattress … … Offset particles…
built in the big one, able country, where they still produce…. (and with whom we are so strict
go to court.)
go to court.)
Played around by my palm oil lips, Purple, Vampy the Frost, colour: one for each of my whims!
And yet oh so tear-smeared….
Könnte ich jeden Tag in schwarz gesprenkelte Augen blicken; if it were just a ….
bit different!!!!!!!
I would be dizzy, first. Then I would never want to miss it again. Better, than the hundreds of dead pills,
that I throw down my throat every day.
Nutritional values instead of pup toads from your belly at home.
I would learn from reading my eyes! Of course! Not from the wiki mask!
I would scrap the compi.
And the goods, mein mama-plastikmeer, I would scrap. No Substitute anymore.
Incarnated, not according to Eso-Steiner. But as an esthete and —for Godssake– decadent. In the vulgar world of acquisition and the pragmatic jargon that goes with it no less than in the rooms of enlightened reason. Emoti, good-natured.
Leather hide tanks first, should be washed down on me.
Then the fleece of my transparent being too fine.
To be based on granite (from me?) to start over, I; the mediator between the ugly and the beautiful.
The extremes, that are too far apart.
Would grow (I) on granite as a new fleece with heavenly eyes and softer mouth,
harder taking and giving finally more!!!!!!! God.
Real beauty, not that of the false pearls (ohhh, For a few months now I haven't been able to think of anything but fake pearls!!!).
Would be no more Erinnye, Fury against you, Fury against everything and everyone! (that doesn't purr to me.)
I, in my bed from Heimberg, behind the plexiglass screen!
I, that I scream with l’oreal, Clinique and Bobbi Brown on the tongue, so that the rainbow, that bleeds for everyone,
rises again, for me.
I…..+++++++++++++++
Introduce: primary-primitive, invariably intimate, only the most personal of the personal. Addicted to beauty, to the kitsch limit: lost. A little bit invalid.
But then others open up to me, further dimensions?
This world, I'll never have seen.
she, torn like wild animals by Cortez, draped by Kuoni, from Sapiens so-and-so with furniture …..
…… to the furthest, immaculate corner of nature different——
You made my eyes happy.
I will cherish you in my imagination, (stupid, obsessive and foolish),
as long as I can still wake up from a cripple.
Would you have me (continue) loved.
If only I was a little different!
world; this tremendous secret (uh, event).
Now I should have enough imagination, to rediscover it.
or:
better keep it?
Yes but hello!
Tee, widely traveled. Drank
In a single language.
(9.3.2021)
(watercolor, MJS)