Animals without time, and no sun out. I was thinking
of only her breasts in cacophonous traffic banality
in Tokyo at dawn
The young girls choose happiness.
Weird stuff happens.
This is not a prayer
Lots of machines go fast.
The brain finds patterns all the time. Put
sugar on my tongue.Bitter catullus poem
Where everything’s reflected
and all the time
this has happened, gawking at super
sacred shiny stuff. It
bothered us even)
without the sun in the pond.
That this could continue for more than a long generation
Gossip of the old too excessive, let’s live,
all worth a penny! Suns can set
and return: many funny things were happening,
truly the sun shone bright for you.
Goodbye girl, does not miss you,
will not ask against your will.
But you’ll grieve, when nobody asks.
Ah, poor wretch, “Woe to you, what life
remains for you? Whose lips will you bite?” But you
be resolved to stand fast. You must stop
being silly, not good words
flourish simultaneously in an embrace…
you hold three hundred…
truly loving none, but again and again all
what do you want? would you be known no matter how?
you shall, since
wanted to love, with a long punishment. I hate
and I love, and I don’t know why. At least
her. That man seems to be equal to a god to me.
Leisure, my ears ring, my tongue becomes useless.
He watches and listens to you. My eyes, night.
You washed your
lips with many splashings
of water. You hold over my unfortunate honey.
My tears diminish a bit, I remember a little bitterly.