Issue 3 ( Static Cracks For The Light To Come In) Web

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Yellow fever White fever Blue fever Summer On the heat wave On the move Reflected He smiles A silent smile That gives an impression Of pine trees blown Stop calling me I hung up the phone Can you read? He asked I don’t speak your language But I guess I know what you mean Out of the castle now He screams The garden is not yours Anymore I disappear I slumber Below One with the blankets Laying Fragrant And loose He sighs

Sweet seashell o! how I enjoy it Here in the entrance of this shamrock Here that the sea has a shade And wets my little plastic shoes (And I have the blues-blues-blues Tell me how to get rid of the bluesblues-blues) And through the shoes My little toes Hard and with dirt A small piece of dirt In the toenails, In the toes O! Toenails O! Toes No stones exist in the shadows The snakes and I nest in the shadows The shadows are for me I count them Without shadows now I counted them Nothing Nothing is left There go the shadows

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Guttered nature and service compartments cut up In pieces I strive for a goodnight I gouge your name And then I google it Milkier the night every time you come around Little voices hardly heard again Peace And quiet Just for a short while

Breathe in I would lie for you But I got tired Of secrecy

Breathe out

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Western weeps and the water Without Ado Dear sober friend Dear sore wound Streets are empty But voices fill them Figures captured in a trance Vanish From my glance Off the bike now We don’t play now Stop turning on and off the light

The trick was to shut each others mouth with a napkin Yours was full of snot spit and -I was sure I could seeTwo drops of blood Mixed up By the wrinkled paper I swallowed it instead

7. In the metal sea Ramona loves me Withholds parts of smelly stone frozen nephrite and wounded pride the big boss lifts his big boss arm he won’t allow and with his big great mouth he says: Don’t be sad Ramona ride your cyan horse Ramona I made for you A crystal bag And silver bows and arrows With oil pulp that’s slick as sperm Of a rhino in a sham I sewed for you a crystal dress Of female horses eyelids And I give you a goat that talks To follow you and cushion you Upon her lazy back And I send you Ramona A workers two Ramona Still laughing from their all day work Under their small and narrow eyes Tall and strong and uniformed To have them kneeling when you want After all this time Ramona in the wilderness Ramona We untied the docks on the back Small sailors yell that the ship is sinking What if it does you shouldn’t hear What if it does you shouldn’t care You have become a horse Ramona And then the dog died In the giant snake’s view The one he could only see The snakes from now on Will worship you Divine and sweet

Divine and sweet Ramona The ancient time Ramona Fell on his back The kettle gathered They’re licking stones Create your idol And sacrifice Ramona Will not take long to happen But you will not care Ramona You have become a horse Ramona

(On the back Where I can see you )

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Kneeling -as alwaysover breakfast croissants Guilty For the ten million nocturnal murders Each one of us On its fluid surface So many people, so many Pictured Underwater Under the water Sub zero Hypotonic reaching And if none of us Walked on white Background And if none of us Walked on white Background The crust of the ice -its secret short of speakMelts Slowly It will take ages To melt Only the ice melts Not your freezing Only the ice I want to tell you Walking along Head stuck on head Walking miles I want to tell you In this game I ve seen no one Scratching the stepping stones provided Rattlesnakes Bumps The sound of every summer love affair Is seventeen times lighter Lighter than one roar Vodka on ice Shining transparency And through the stain of your fingertip Re invented love

Drops Tears Not tears Fatigue Not boredom

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Eyes stuck on eyes Siamese Crippled But both Norway Dressed as you I come uninvited Broken glasses From a violent lick I hope for a green day Or at least Colorblindness No match for your hand When it takes life And no match When it gives itself

We will let them live They are of no concern to us We control the earth We are the temple of the elder gods And the chambers of their psychic love Polar bears And Eskimo flats Smoke stacks rocky swords and night wolves Norway round bombs the size of a pea Come out of my chest Out of the small warm hole In the middle of my torso As they float in abstract Sharp nails pop out I push the girl Towards the trunk of the tree While she stares at her tits And then at my hand Drum sounds Before a hushed sigh Rhythmically ending and fading in again Alight A lie It scares me That I m not afraid Unarmed Headless “It’s not fair it’s not fair !” she is almost blonde but her fingers taste like honey plum and early bread It takes a combo Of ten buttons For a round kick Or an uppercut I am afraid now I will never make it You have it all day I say And close the door His nose bleeds I puke We fall asleep I hold his feet you fuck him Fuck him with something sharp

The fuck He deserves it.