Something’s wrong again
Something’s wrong again. Paradoxical humor.
The Spectrum: A visual pollution you call fashion.
A pandering glance…permission to smother in one’s sleep.
Upon this famously useless victim I am pulling the plug.
A phantom imprint or its large barge?… I simply don’t know.
A delusion to haunt; A borrowed nostalgia to protect.
The Ignis Circle…an octave overheard. (Für Elise) -- You arrogant whore. I will lick your face; You know I want to.
A space to catalogue; a sequence of steps to knock one into silence.
- Ashes to ashes.
A pretty pattern? I simply don’t know…
k.p.
** weaning
