donderdag 29 maart 2012


Every time I close my eyes I drift into liquid paradise

Every time I frown the luscious seem to leave town


We’ve seen love flow like a stream

So can you convey the light that beams out of one’s body
Ends up being sung in hymns?


You can’t get art from a perfect world

Nor porous idealism without reality blossoming

There’s fury and passion in the outcasts and pariahs


Every time we sliver we lose a bit more

Our blinders are like dark spots on a liver

Tumorous at its core


Shall I lick the lollipop or lick the toad?

Derange my senses and experience the genesis

and zero

The You can't get art from a perfect world line by Joanna Morris
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