The absence of light
Is part of late night. Later
Day is darkness’ child. (jf)
Come closer kiss this oily lips.
Spit your nasty soul in our hands.
And forget the reality.
Creatures come out of
Darkness. Lights follow the lead
Of a setting sun. (jf)
Sleep with the fishes
And tell me what you have dreamt
About and my part. (jf)
All in. All on red.
The wheel turns, but were is the
Ball? Guests? The croupier? (jf)
We are shape shifters
We form squares to circles and
Flowers to new gods. (jf)
– oil & dust
You decide in which way you will forget.