I LICK IT OFF THE TILES
prologue: the Greek sage reeked heavenly,
with earth’s spine beneath me
(as Virginia had said it; Orlando had felt it)
I stomped mountains at dusk,
yellow streets at dawn
read Rimbaud together with the big ol’ snake of the lavender gardens
nights played like high fevers,
as I worked my way through Spanish mountains,
staring all day at an endless sun and also at Paco (not endless,
my neighbour)
2017 — 2019
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
harvest came, then I went—to taste the seas and
love, yes love, I fell in love
afterwards I learned how to love, (amongst other
things), but first of all
I had to fall.
(I now think all things both begins and ends with
falling)
his beauty was bursting in earth’s palette...
I melted on his tongue
like a cube of white sugar.
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
harvest came, then I went—to taste the seas and
love, yes love, I fell in love
afterwards I learned how to love, (amongst other
things), but first of all
I had to fall.
(I now think all things both begins and ends with
falling)
his beauty was bursting in earth’s palette...
I melted on his tongue
like a cube of white sugar.
