Heavencity 4.

Heavencity 4.

I’ve dislodged all words silence punctuation
From the blue verses of this sea-white hamlet
Corpses reign over imitated dialogues
I’m trying to balloon my chest – uttering unventilated sentences -
Feeling a claustrophobic excitement playing the role of accountant
I run from bow-lane via salute-street to the egoistic regulation -cities
Carrying my head - infertile in constant misuse –
My touchstone shadows form souvenirs
For the oceanic gardens shopping malls café and bedrooms
I go on walking through the sexual spaces urinal spaces
Hunting grounds airless mansions mumbling my own archaeology –
In reality, self-expansionism gives birth to the expansionist states
Our watery blood-drops boil
In the excitement of capturing things and thoughts
Then melt in vapour
The marbled angels climb down the mountains of savings
To lie back on the mysterious couches – they let open all the level-crossings --
Mail trains chop me into pieces and I go on thinking
Who where the girls supposed to get these body parts
Which trees did I kill in furniture-interest?
My exciting flesh has now found place on the throne
Will get afire on its own on this perfect burner