As/Is







8.05.2008


peacock

masked women stared down steps of exile at nights wiped out turned around calculated and fragile - flood of metal of midnight - perverse rumbling voice of narrow streets rolled forward never ceasing - throbbing cathedrals light-spitting red rooves inhabitants expenses bathed in colours of tumultous moon

blood-hound on track of eyes bereft of sleep - fingers slip from minute to minute with longing - hallucination of balance dropping down like skeletons noiselessly with untouched words - burst through the vibration of mystery - dance of notes violently onward - waves in a cradle of machine-wheels flung into the intoxication of rouge storms