All in Poems 还有诗
It’s not free to be free, to be free is all we ever asked. The sequel to The End of the Ends is here, Your Mirrors recollects the fragments of ideal-types in the ideal-place, plus the loveless love and sinless sins. Speaking of love, resistance, sorrows and longings, it’s now available on Amazon for you and the endless sea.
And I need you in my storyline
Wanted you in my toy box
Another okay place you occupied
I will clench the world for you
And paint the world in obliques for you
I also had a lover in Berlin
We went to the sea and part of us didn't came back
And passion is not willing to be saved
Appassionata is a bit better
Not even your best memory
Hide your negative films
There is no melody
Even your window panel screamed Alfred Mucha
The duress of the press-release
Our first paperback poetry anthology The End of the Ends is out.
For those who are in and into the abyss, for those who resist, for the only moth I know, and those who are in a love-hate relationship with some varnish in the vanished world…
Now available on Amazon, order your copy today and enjoy the songs.
All it take was
From membranes to memories
Something scattered, something else
It was the other bridge
The house being a dollhouse
All your dolls are lovely
You were in the living room playing piano
My cards were still warm in my hands
When I think about those winters
Before this dance was not made to last
In your coldness I was alive
In your warmth I was hypnotized
Lately I've been falling love with falling leaves
Like how it's made and unmade
Put your blood in the moon flask
How does it taste with a bit of gin
Last time you were killed
You pouted
There is a bloom in every loom
For every play you wrote
was by my rule
There was always a sunspot
To bury wormwood and wormholes in it
You carry the wickerman across the field
Does it takes away the fun in burning?
To dissolve in wind, to dissolve in water
One moment I was inside you
One moment I was beside you
I saw your smile with artificial tears on
We seek to seek no more
Not knowing where does it ends
Your sense and sensibility
My copy was destroyed in the fire
It's only a greenhouse
You relish, you relive
Where a pigeon lays
With you and your dead lover
Your pavane and my pleasure
Press and you shall purr
In all the languages
I can't hear you because you
are not here
