White Storm
Fitting time frames. This is what all this shit is about.
Fitting some fuckers time frame. The undeniably misogynistic, racist fucks and
their non erect time frames. Need to put a tape round self – do not cross.
Over. In the process of. OFF. ON? Step on the pedal boy. Lets play who can
sleep louder and scream slower. Step over. Move across. Not in self. This
process of development is kept in hand. A hand print. Black and White. Infra
red. Digestible. Time is passing. Floor is making heels itch to step over and
under again. No.
Sound of nervous twitch and white sky. Hair smells of formaldehyde and someone’s rest
in peace . White tablecloth and glasses
of wine. Silverware and festive appetizers.
Frames and faces. To – From. Smile. What a surprise. I always wanted!
Pass through driveways and packed parking lots. Tried. Tires
and black cars. On white roads. Hungry passengers and eyes full of. Light.
Fire. Works. Lakes and woods. Scared animals. Barefoot on the snow. Hidden
bottles and nausea. Water. Feet. Foot. Stones. Do you see? Grey. Lights. Offers
and promises. Suggestions. Inflammations. Irritations. Confessions. Now do you
please the collarbones. Touching god. Reaching. Self-explanatory surgery.
Still.
Peace in moments. In frozen
lands. What a line. Oh what a line. Your interface is breaking…. All the hate and all the glorification. The race
for happiness and divine intervention. Damn how good it tastes. How soft the
apathy and sweet is the storm.
Good Night and God Bless,
Queen of Disorder,
Sonia Dietrich
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