Saturday, December 11, 2010

Radomir Vojtech Luza

the mind like a tight mongoose arrived on venus quite by accident no
luggage no passport like a baby in the cavity it needed no way out no sentence
for its crime.

the pearls on its bed were made of glass. the clouds over its head were too
white to sled and the sun dressed in red would never be dead.

venus oh venus you strumpet you zoo you live too close to the mirror
without even a view. your angles of refrain bend to the right your angels of
forgiveness hardly strain for a fight. i find myself on your island because you
at last can massage my life with a blessed bite.

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