poems written on the fly

Bauhaus

In art, bad poetry, seb on 26 March 2008 at 4:01 pm

Structures
Elements
Shadows
Your naked back
My heart like a keyhole
Wood
Steel
Wool
Footsteps on concrete
Love like a half-lifted curtain
Ich liebe dich
A three-step danse
Red lipstick
Black shoes
Your hand in mine
A cold sun
Sharp walls
Spring is coming
Ah ah
The purpose of art?
Usefulness
my dear
usefulness

EL SEBBO

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  1. the definition we find in a few lines
    traced over white spaces
    inked lightnings
    and consciousness

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