Issue 3 ( Static Cracks for the Light to Come in) Web

8/14/2019 Issue 3 ( Static Cracks for the Light to Come in) Web

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ellow feverhite feverlue feverummern the heat waven the moveeflectede smilessilent smilehat gives an impression

f pine trees blowntop calling mehung up the phonean you read?e askeddont speak your language

ut I guessknow what you meanut of the castle nowe screamshe garden is not yoursnymoredisappearslumberelowne with the blanketsaying

ragrantnd loosee sighs

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Sweet seashell o! how I enjoy itHere in the entrance of this shamrockHere that the sea has a shadeAnd wets my little plastic shoes(And I have the blues-blues-bluesTell me how to get rid of the blues-blues-blues)And through the shoesMy little toesHard and with dirt

A small piece of dirtIn the toenails,In the toesO! ToenailsO! ToesNo stones exist in the shadows

The snakes and I nest in the shadowsThe shadows are for meI count themWithout shadows nowI counted themNothingNothing is leftThere go the shadows


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uttered nature andervice compartments cut upn piecesstrive for a goodnightgouge your namend then I google itilkier the night every time you comeroundittle voices hardly heard againeace

nd quietust for a short while

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Breathe inI would lie for you

But I got tiredOf secrecy

Breathe out


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estern weepsnd the waterithoutdoear sober friendear sore woundtreets are emptyut voices fill themigures captured in a tranceanish

rom my glanceff the bike nowe dont play nowtop turning on and off the light

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The trick was to shut each others mouthwith a napkinYours was full of snot spit and-I was sure I could see-

Two drops of bloodMixed upBy the wrinkled paper

I swallowed it instead


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n the metal sea Ramona loves meithholds parts of smelly stonerozen nephrite and wounded pridehe big boss lifts his big boss arme wont allownd with his big great mouth he says:

ont be sad Ramonaide your cyan horse Ramonamade for you

crystal bagnd silver bows and arrowsith oil pulp thats slick as spermf a rhino in a sham

sewed for you a crystal dress

f female horses eyelidsnd I give you a goat that talkso follow you and cushion youpon her lazy back

nd I send you Ramonaworkers two Ramonatill laughing from their all day worknder their small and narrow eyesall and strongnd uniformed

o have them kneeling when you want

fter all this time Ramonan the wilderness Ramonae untied the docks on the backmall sailors yell that the ship is sinking

hat if it does you shouldnt hearhat if it does you shouldnt careou have become a horse Ramona

nd then the dog diedn the giant snakes viewhe one he could only seehe snakes from now onill worship youivine and sweet

Divine and sweet RamonaThe ancient time RamonaFell on his backThe kettle gatheredTheyre licking stonesCreate your idolAnd sacrifice RamonaWill not take long to happen

But you will not care RamonaYou have become a horse Ramona

(On the back

Where I can see you )


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neeling -as always-ver breakfast croissantsuiltyor the ten million nocturnal murdersach one of usn its fluid surfaceo many people,o manyicturednderwater

nder the waterub zeroypotonic reachingnd if none of usalked on whiteackground

nd if none of usalked on whiteackgroundhe crust of the iceits secret short of speak-eltslowlyt will take ageso meltnly the ice meltsot your freezing

nly the icewant to tell you

alking alongead stuck on headalking mileswant to tell you

n this gameve seen no onecratching the stepping stones providedattlesnakesumpshe sound of every summer love affairs seventeen times lighterighter than one roarodka on icehining transparencynd through the stain of your fingertip

e invented love

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DropsTearsNot tearsFatigueNot boredom


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We will let them liveThey are of no concern to usWe control the earthWe are the temple of the elder godsAnd the chambers of their psychic lovePolar bearsAnd Eskimo flatsSmoke stacksrocky swordsand night wolves

Norwayround bombs the size of a peaCome out of my chestOut of the small warm holeIn the middle of my torsoAs they float in abstract

Sharp nails pop outI push the girlTowards the trunk of the treeWhile she stares at her titsAnd then at my handDrum soundsBefore a hushed sighRhythmically ending and fading in againAlightA lieIt scares me

That I m not afraidUnarmedHeadlessIts not fair its not fair !she is almost blondebut her fingers taste like honey plumand early bread

It takes a comboOf ten buttonsFor a round kickOr an uppercutI am afraid nowI will never make itYou have it all day I sayAnd close the doorHis nose bleeds

I pukeWe fall asleepI hold his feet you fuck himFuck him with something sharp

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yes stuck on eyesiameserippledut bothorwayressed as youcome uninvitedroken glassesrom a violent lickhope for a green day

r at leastolorblindnesso match for your handhen it takes lifend no matchhen it gives itself


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The fuckHe deserves it.

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