Sexy Empty / Idiot Cloud


Besides the glance, born witches
grieving over peaceful strange road,

You grind backwards in a fast motion paste.
Colorful tombs violate sinister dreamscape.

Dig up the goats’ sexy idiot cloud.
Absorb what is alive,
tell the queens to empty regret.

You fog among the splintering fool.
A minute rattles your garden.

Velleity oxygen slumps unanswered.
Cloven dichotomy disowns madness.

Preserve the 3 circles on your chest.
Dip your fingers inside & invite the mountain corpse.



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5 thoughts on “Sexy Empty / Idiot Cloud

      1. I’ve thought about her power all these long hot days
        But today i saw charles baudelaire in a dream
        And he told me: stop thinking, dude
        Don’t torture yourself, you are not a masochist
        In my time we didn’t even need lead aprons
        In order to be mad

        So what do you think i should do?

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