Asinino

[                                ] is everywhere. North [    ]       West [    ]       south [    ]         East [    ] Tarnished perma-opal, multi transparent reveverberation, frost-icy blast, A ravine: 23,320 12,000 3,000 980. 5,300 17,100 13,800 [26] Detritus: maCh / log / om / nu Everest, from outer space: [  ]

Jeri(atri)cho walls co(straint)me down, impe(jo)rative to comply(cate at all costs). Te(i)mpor(t)al matters prod(uce) me to move for(East)ward, Shojo(jo) of a stran(Al)ge(ri) Japanese extra(di)ction, She(ltering) holds grasp(e)s. As if I(ntention) was not the(reason to be the)re, Sur(plus)realism at its b(as)est.

Dedicated to the genocide of 'lost': Waiting for it to get started oh it got started anyway nevermind. Black typography like meat around a bone; but there is no bone. Really. So… "Waiting for it to get started. Oh, it got started anyway. Nevermind." "Waiting, for it to get started. Oh it got started, anyway nevermind." "Waiting for it to get started oh it got started anyway nevermind." "Waiting for it to get started oh it got started anyway nevermind."

Your stale scholarship Grows tired mid- November; You know no better. Turn, theist space uncontamiOCTOBER innated pure ideal, modernisthe materims dominanically; Nk skate – arta tabula, read as: a blaasa, elationshian. Inextricable, indignant context minima forms, thinking med – the phenobody, yours; Laderartists, I propose painting if we were to deeures activelyanisms, for Whiteighting in mind. Staarship Ged – Mid; Nove tired Mcholarsh Ys hip growr.

13. To a Lovesick Vine I hate to admit it, But I did shed a tear touching A thorn of yours, feeling a tiny drop Of poison run along my finger, Trail down my arm. I hear you grew up quite a bit Since you came back; nowadays You look like a noblewoman of other times, No smile to shed light upon us all, And crystal ice gashes your veins. I must admit I was beginning to lose hope. Then, As I was turning the other way, I saw pencils in your chignon… Red, Gold and Green. Your roses. They made me smile.

12. Leaving Neutropia I could be wrong I suppose, But I woke up a few hours ago And my eyes were crimson with salt and sweat: I saw it, dim, in every drop on the window, They seemed to swell and run for refuge To each other, and then the frame. To your shoulder my sweat Could be a charm I suppose: but The one thing that would bring you back I will soon be all out of, my bad. So just stay where you are. No, I don’t expect anything from you. This place will be behind me, early afternoon.

11. At Last, Rain These words fall on empty ears, This voice bounces on empty shoulders, Within my reach, but beyond my grasp. Where in the world are you now? Oh yeah now I remember: Six feet underground. Damn… Minutes before falling asleep, I wash my face outside the window to A thunder in the distance, But no lightning bolt in sight. It’s not your fault but still I’d like to blame you for it, if you don’t mind.

10. Clouds Watching your fingers run forth On the cracks and chips on the wall, Irresistible peace overtakes me And I lay my heavy head on a cloud. Nobody must know what secrets your crooked smile holds, Your steps are small but your heart As vast as the plains of Avalon. With my head on a cloud I see That you bring inner peace to me, The way it’ll end you make me want to see, You make me want to stay, You make me truly want to believe That it was no one’s fault, And that no one would’ve ever hurt me Willingly. Lay your head on the wall, I thought maybe you should know That it seems like thing always turn out

9. LoveLace Sunshower peace breaks every minute, But for crushing leaves we do not have to wait ‘till fall: A liquid song is not a crucifixion, after all. Suiesiseki is wrapped in her green, and white lace The asphalt deforms and evaporates in circles, Twice, and twice again around the sun. A stranger with no reason to exist Brought over on his spaceship of clouds, No reason: yet She gave me a new reason to go on, To endure the winds before the solar storm. Two spheres rise before my eyes, swirling In the hot, saturated air as the newcomer Brushes away my smile, rim and lipstick “This is Venus, and this is Jupiter- wh