"På en engelskalektion, far far away...."
Ibland under lektionstid, strömmar det ord ur mig när jag egentligen borde fokusera på att jobba. Till exempel Beat-poesi. Varning! Skrivet på engelska och av en amatör. Dessutom, så finns det ett syfte med radbytena, indragen och alla komman eftersom de skapar rytmen i hur man ska läsa verserna. För att bättre föra fram min egen röst.
Trembling, mumbling - apologizing för the existance
want to fly, die in the air like all the butterflies must
- sweet nectar being the last taste, forgetting forever the pollution
In conclusion, my unneeded love, dried up and crunchy
like toast, unwanted and unprecedented, is tossed in the garbage.
My love, gone by the hands of my love,
choked, smothered by my love,
suicide per definition.
Alas, he kills himself in taking away, punching and torturing
in kicking and screaming at my love, himself.
Painting on the wall, shows my mother - the mother of Judas,
the mother of dreamfilled starry skies, mother of sleepless nights and captivation of everything trivial - my mother,
stained apron and stained teeth.
Colours clear, rainbow's choice, LSD playing twister on crack,
the colours of everybody, somebody, anybody
from every time before and after, was and becoming.
My colours, Judas's colours,
the colours of the trembles,
the need of cracking open and forcing the way out,
being a butterfly, living in pollution.
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