fredag 11 februari 2011

Interlude 1

Strips of paper
Shards of glass
Notes floating from the speaker,
Gaga Roma-la, Gaga Oh Lala
Glue, acrylic paint. Emotions ablaze
Confess yourself, not here, on the dancefloor.
Drop of Blood.
Haiku, my ass.
Fiber of wood, soul from my vein into the paper
Its alive! Frankeinstein says.
Thump my ear and clap my heart
Turn the radio off.

Can anybody see the light?
The darkness is the tide falling
Gagaboys and Gagagirls
Blessed are those who suffer
Cockroaches will inherit the earth.

We fall into light, razorblades like the night
Falling away like the strips of the pain
Cut up Bibles mixed with the holy Q-
Pandas are sweet
The holy texts of the Bhagavad Gita
Die in the name of
We want more oil and more trees.

The paper soaks it up, the glue is no more
Harder then that which it holds
LoL
Will this lattice confuse?
Archaeologist finds a panda!
Prehistoric--
Posthistoric--

G sharp ad infinitum

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