water and suchlike

i am the ship
and you are the mighty
drunk and awful sea.
will your placid eyes lead me home?
where some dead mother never really died
so i snort reality in fine lines,
waiting for the light in my flat,
alone,
and darkness comes over my mad days
and in the streets tramps fight futilely
over God’s last blowjob
or so i see it from my windows
where a dusty indifference trembles with death.

and overdoses from misty hazes could
very well be a lesson in method acting
for life is always in vain.
and vanity never works for me
just closed eyelids over dark waters
and a borderline mother’s
womb is what i crave,
some warm building to jump from
and meet my father.



Amanda Boschetto lives in Stockholm, Sweden.

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Last update : 19-09-2007 06:02

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