Thursday, May 08, 2008

@ office !!

A few translucent blocks

The trapped bodies and their mighty souls

People move in blocks

And a glass separates lovers

That is me in that cabin

And I listen to music

The background score of my life

Baked clay

Its smell and harsh texture

Is all over my body

Cold heat sweat

And junctions of passion

Divisions on morals

And critics fucking the stories

I sit on all these

Or may be somewhere in between them

And emit that thing called vigor