In this morning,
when I found my macaroni-legs half-nibbled,
I stopped to move
and begun to shift the objects around me.
"Your  body is yours,
but someone else is free with it,
in principle."
I signed.
After this
I discovered my body cosy
as a rose garden
in which blossom devils.
And there's no place like outside.
"Outside" is a fanatic abstraction,
laboratory word,
cloned milliard times
with the only one aim -
to be sold...
One fixed idea
for the needy.
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Thursday, August 9, 2007