Tuesday, November 3, 2009

45*21

today I saw a miniature person
spoke a language half doctor half hen
owing to the fact that he often inhabits a Siberian gnome
killing cattle and causing bad habits
birthdays are celebrated for an indefinite period
the house is given a rigorous future
during which he dwells upon request
at midnight under the bride's promise
wolves all do their share
since no deaths are caused by illness
hollow birds know all
a pair of twins fallen victim to occasional horse rides
whistling loud messages a few uncomfortable nights
one of the favorite postures is cuddling
the Yugoslavian sort gossiping, drinking, eating
in the alcove with wool hair and beams
Superman lost his strength
flaxseed is the secret the wife spins on her loom
this means, of course, completely nothing
to supply small rodents with winter
goblins are small little dudes dressed in black

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