Disposable Poetry

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Bauhaus

Posted by sdoubinsky on 26 March 2008

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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One Response to “Bauhaus”

  1. hiheelsharlequin Says:
    26 March 2008 at 7:26 pm

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

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