SEAMS

French beans ... spirals... curves .. my body .. enigmas ... so many contraptions ... MY DEAR BELIEFS! ... how i miss you .. mockery is sageness ... gluttony is pride ... inspiration is degeneration ... life is not a quest but an empty park with too much grass n no walking tracks ... the sea is a mental mathematics ... counting ripples ... my nipples.. waves have but a Number ... no dial tones reach the heart .. no cancer is a poison .. everyone is a telly ... moving and showing so much so fast .. lines are such closures ... or openings? .. rulers!! .. A RULER .. then again no signs of commerce .. everything is mashed and messed into art ... hierarchies are indulgences ... formulas are boxes .. fingers are objects for Queen rings ... all this adolescence is such a cryptic writing .. and all these jokers are so humorless ... their smiles so black and bleak .. their noses not red but white... their teeth not white but yellow ... prejudices are such saviors! ... simplicity is a mirror maze ... but the jokers! .. they do not leave you behind with their lolling tongues and gruesome smell of breath ... orange wiry spring hair without any blossoms or buds .. pause ... ... ... .. .. .. .. i weep .. and then i know no more ..

just hollows and holes ...

many many holes ...