THE JOKER'S VENGEANCE OR THE BLOOD OF THE ROSEwhen the jokersmilesit is not in approval..his noddoes not meanYES..his fingers pointin the opposite dir..
i stole the lonely bee's nectarand drank it in secrettheni smashed the beeonto the nearest walland waded through therivers of mute reverieengrossed in..
i kissed her hardin yesterday's half-duskthe twilight girl ;she is so beautiful,but i must go..my thick red blood conjures a canvasthe landscape of a ..
i entered a room of mirrorsthe room entered me..we became brotherscannibals of soul..we were the grand dreamseach conceived in the other'ssilent sleep..
this organismsits in the elaborate porch..this organismsips the morning teaand munches roasted breadhis mother makes..this organism drowns into an aft..
in my lonely verandah,everyday i fed the crowscoming by punctuallyi felt they smiledand opened my cupboardreserved for warm wordsand embraces..yesterd..
i wander the wildernessof your desires,tracing your butter voicein ancient songs of childhood memory..i sense the aroma of privacyi gulp at the silent..