Παρασκευή, 29 Μαρτίου 2013

O βήχας

Κυριακή, 24 Μαρτίου 2013

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thanx kon_mal

Παρασκευή, 22 Μαρτίου 2013

Μικρές ιστορίες



Five zombies. Four bullets. Two zombies.

4/12/2009
—Brian

Κυριακή, 10 Μαρτίου 2013

lightning bolts

Two lightning bolts were delivered to my room
 They were gifts from Zeus 
I rock the bolts in a bassinet of pine 
People ask me how I am 
I say I am all right 
I'm fine! 
I push the lightning bolt in a pram 
Till the sun goes down & it gets dark 
The girls from Jubilee Street hang out their windows 
And they wave & ask me how I am tonight 
I say I am good 
I'm all right! 
In Athens all the youths are crying from the gas 
I am by the hotel room working on a tan 
People come up and ask me who I am 
I say if you don't know 
Don't ask 
Zeus laughs but it's the gas 
He asks me how I am 
I say Zeus don't ask 
My lightning bolts are jolts of joy 
They are joy boys from Zeus 
I fed them porridge in their booster seats of knowledge 
And in the cradle of democracy the pigeons are wearing gas masks 
My lightning bolts play in the elevators 
They slide down the hotel banister 
And Zeus throws a gas canister 
And it spins around the pool 
As pigeons wearing respirators 
Steal the lightning bolts 
Zeus wants them back 
O my bolts of joy 
O my darling little boys 
They are lost to us 
And people 
They are never coming back 
At night I watch them sleep 
And cry years of tears 
And it's not the gas 
People ask me how we are 
We are I say mostly lost