Wednesday, May 13, 2009

B Plus Something Plus ing


Birding

To live the life of a bird
With a sign in the middle age of the bird
With a country of outstanding bird of the cards on the left table in a café café Bird
Bird is or could be the most or the main part of the world or the part of the same world on a table in the word deleted by all writers in the café of the same street of the monk of the same possible way in the dark land apart falls too much apart in the way of your life
To live the life of a bird
You can think of a same condition in the same way
The same of the same
And the bird sames me in the way
The bird ways me the same ways
And aparts me from the ways of the bird

Breathing

Nothing takes too much time to live in the apartment near the street of this lonesome
Some day if you look out of the window you can see the sacrificed body of trouble
Should be a should in the last opposite time of the calls in the missing relation
Tears calls you up
To the stair
Of the bush
If you get the real way
Here you call it but
No name can travel so far

Barthing

With the heavy stone of the time
Barth
Lake of the snake of the road
Goes by
With the martyrs
And same as you wanted the readers be died
Same as the cost of Roland time
The zero on the waking page to be write zero on a living condition and to call it died

Barding
Is it poetry or farting?
Just by accident
Now you can assume the repeated words
With the penetrating madness

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