Hot House
Swinging
behind her
swinging behind
is swinging
behind her
like a lantern
her swinging
behind.
Luis Garcia
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He stomped
his foot to come
self through out of him -
his hand.
His voice
was loud and the
ear was
frightened
Now the
fire has gone
down.
Old stories
told again,
again
and again.
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The Girl
To begin with, the road stretching out in front of me does not exist. Because I say this you must not take me seriously. But it is all the same, a girl twisting beneath me in a red room, her breasts red upon red folding like leaves like they are only themselves a song in my head, in the Sky stay always.
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