19 Ιουν 2010

Magic Bathroom

A bathroom floor - an art of magic.
Balls of hair and dead skin cells
trails of feet and summerdust.

A cosmos of all things,
our universe is like a lazy artist's bathroom.
Tribes of microbes living their golden ages
Before a tidal wave of bleach vanishes them off the face of earth.

And it's the very essence of magic,
to flush your ego down
and get lost in the sewers of oblivion,
be the tiniest, wisest un-you
or just
un-be.

And it's the very essence of life,
to be able to purge yourself
chloridically
while lying on the dirtiest ground.

We are living in a world,
where truth and lie won't apply.
We are living in a world,
where freedom has made us slaves.

In the end, everything is simple:
and all I need is a fruit to eat
a bathtub to soak myself in
and your body to soak into mine.

Simply and between miracle and ridicule,
like writing mystical poetry
or just cleaning a bathroom floor.

4 σχόλια:

Κωστας είπε...

Για ακόμη μια φορά, τα έσπασες!!!

The Pooka είπε...

Η κυρα σου φταιει, που θα μου ερθει επισκεψη και επρεπε να καθαρισω. :P

Elias είπε...

διαβάζεις Invisibles ε; :P
Άντε μωρέ τρέλα. Ελλινικώς και αγγλικώς σε διαβάζουμε με την ίδια καύλα.

The Pooka είπε...

Χαχαχαχαχαχ πώς με πιανεις ρε Λιακο=)

ναι, αυτο γραφτηκε μετα απο αυπνια με invisibles και μετα φασινα:P

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