Sitting duck

The silence knows me.

and the resting pigeon.

Under the haystack,
No big-mac attack.

MOVE forward



The robbery knows the thief,

and the pleas.
Up at knife point.

No leaves blowing….


MOVE backwards



Under the spell of witchcraft
You float above traffic.

The premonitions flow fluent.

One beat,
and then the splash guard.

Move again

Move again,
Move again.







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Insatiable hunger

The smell fades
I try to keep it close
For as
long as I can.

The next thing,
then to consume.


The Renewal.

then


The Confirmation.


My lungs
Contain 90% water

Oxygenation occurs here….

My blood,
Then zips through my veins.

Feeding up my heart

The pulse that wants
When it catches a wiff

Of you, floating in the air.





t.flo2009

albatross (inspired by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

½ hope
½ fear
it’s like a recipe
in splitting hairs
except
this dull knife
is no cutting
nowhere

sem orelhas
para ouvir meus verbos
suspended mid-fall
so rock solid hard
lips don’t tell
without façade crack wall

freedom to contextualize
Every grammar
Let

On the 1,
On the 2,

Be bold
Yet
don’t move.
Get me?
The pleasure’s
on your company

What nutrition you gots
Tradtionary white dip,
MN style..
Não tem saída
Não posso estar cheia

For me
maintaining in the breezy
Palming the
half mask
so
Only
part
could be
revealed for seeing

But I catch the…
Touch the breaks
to get squeal
rubbin up rubber
From change in atmosphere.
Warm mixing snow crusted wrapped
Around wet air shell

Albatross
a friend
Bringing round melody
And in,
Din.
Following behind,
Flying overhead



t.flo2009