June 29, 2010

untitled

i am a floating vessel on the water, i find
far away from me to be everything; i save
all of my wantonness for you                 and yet
i am no more than the sum of my parts
and a jar of bile to tide me through




Berlin, 25-27.6.2010


June 26, 2010

feely

touching does not help
it just opens up the wound, i
find myself more porous
a lot more ready to fall down and
it makes me squirm, inside,
a certain sense of rawness
trips the wire that brings out
sentiment, as of now
not required.



Berlin, 25-26.6.10