butterflies and hurricanes

in the clock my face closed
time is laughing fleering nasty
but...who knows
butterflies?
in my stomache taste like afterlife
afterlife-ish sparkling bubbles
who would say what's wrong with me
once, for real
maybe i have learned to fly
maybe i'm just pretty high
who would know
blue-green sparkles
i sleep on the clouds
sliding of swinging up
to the very sky
once without you all alone
being loved.
from nirvana sliding down..
who would say
maybe if i learn to fly..
i'll taste heaven
now i'm here
naked skin naked eyes
painted look cut inside
just infront of
tired you, silly you
dummy lover spring of fools
i'd pretend tears aren't here
could pretend
my endlessness is just burning, stealing beauty
so who knows
if the rain would drop katharsis
de profundis
veni vidi
vanitatum et vanitas
what a fool i am
afterlife
after words
after- veryhappy- hour
my endlesness has burnt out
i'd dance you so much right now