by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
A small giftWodka (instead) A night:”Awaken!” It’s odd…”Believe!””Do we, Satan Kid?” “A snake did two”Small babiesScream “No! Mu! No!” And Iam nor consume”I am a mourning man”An...
by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
None of these angels actually flyThey all walkand cryTalk, leaveand die
by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
I ranandran againand againThe next cityfrom winter to winterAs each morning I slipinto the next splinterof my liquid life,I seem to leave piecesof me behind
by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
Niet gehinderd door verbaal contactzwalken wij over de vlakte Tot één van ons door de knieën zakt en woorden ons weer recht maken Verhalen van reizigers die gemeenzaam, eenzaamstrompelenGlooiend landschap, thuis aan op golven glijdenderealiteitsorganen, bezwaard met...
by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
As the cigarette plumetsto the floorand voices rise high abovethe light fills the darknessand a place among legs becomes the region of spacewhere the orange star hangsand tells of aeons of lifeI succumb to the light and let all else fade awayWhile I listen spellbound...