Friday, August 17, 2012

daisies ladies


skin thin to touch feels like yours cold and thin
now i know what pills you were on
thin and cold snaky beauty
crumbs on pajamas
liters of coffee to kill cravings
takes fighting day and night to make such a good thing die
liters of coffee
and milk
and wooden mixing sticks
water glass
take the pills
easy and quizy like a daisy
recover from leucaemic nightmares
cup-sleeves
appear healthy
thin skin like yours thin pain painted thin mattress on the floor


orange marmalade
bags of childhood
crystals of sugar
walking home from ballet lessons
frosty evenings
crowds of rosy cheeks
sweet

tulips
familiarity and calmness
close to the ground
everything will be all right

stainless steel water can shiny
outdoors outside of the dorrs in the yard
dirty but shiny
country place, strawberries, crows, bike down narrow paths
far away in the dreamland me and Ulya, far away the paths made just for us

leg warmers for dancing
traveling on the bus
shopping with the girls
funny, FUNNY, bursting with laughter
faith and ambition
loving each other
jumping like children, knowing it is for the best to stay children
although far from being children
Danish food
beautiful Danes, horns on our heads

back to daisies



11 Comments:

Blogger Om said...

Kick ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!

16/2/06 12:37 PM  
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16/2/06 4:30 PM  
Blogger Pareidolia said...

everything is going in too fast today...no filters, just absorbed like snowflakes or flakyfishfood. i had to stay home because i was too holy...atoms too far apart and other people get in too much. but your daisies all huddled in nice and close, made a little thin flower skin for me. thanks.

16/2/06 4:30 PM  
Blogger Zosja said...

so there is a person walking somewhere with thin flower skin. what if there is more than one. what if there are thousands of them, Flower Skins? like NeoNarciss or what would they call themselves? and so every time I see one of them - I think it's you and I come up to them and start a conversation and it turns out not to be you and then I get kicked in my teeth by their lovers because of how it looks from the side - oh it doesn't look good - it looks like I am at the point of deep disappointment that it is not you (again)
so I get out and I have coffee all over my shirt and I have blood all over my shirt. people scream in horror. "I'm sorry," I scream back at them, "I am a recidivist."

I feel so guilty.


going vegan makes you less guilty? I could go vegan... I need less guilty... what about all my favourite restaraunts then? sometimes restaraunts satisfy me

17/2/06 12:10 AM  
Blogger Pareidolia said...

?by eating all their grass?

17/2/06 5:14 AM  
Blogger dumbbell said...

I love cheeeese too dang much! (Ahhh the internet Gods are smiling on me this morning and allowing me to posssst! Yay!)

Much love to our beat-up Daisy flower Ms. Zosja today

17/2/06 10:01 AM  
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17/2/06 12:32 PM  

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