Fruits



People could give it a name
But people can name everything
 I just can keep naming the sadness sadness
It's plenty enough

As I struggle to keep the blue blue through the smog
I succeed, most of the time
And the sadness becomes a blue sadness
 

Here no hesitation
It's better than no blue at all

I take some time off out of this eternity for exercising
And remember how I laugh

I laugh
And feeling the thunder in my throat
 I perfectly find out where the sadness stays

 
It's turned into a cyst between in and outside
The dead fruit fallen from a long gone copulation
And from somewhere else
The unbelievable continuance of the fall
I keep on eating stones.







November 2010