Stockholm, (Eriks våning i Tjustgata, Söder), 7th August ‘08
(I think it was under only a moment or so:
the little white-lies quarreled together on the balcony and then clung together as it began to rain).
Pigeons cling together in the rain
Feeding on the manifest destiny-
-. - --
--The tired death
of daydreams.
The lure of the bed is ever near.
The parade will not pass by.
[Heavenly sickness paints
Hell on the wall.]
Nothing to do anything to,
I am cloven before the doves on the balcony.
[So many swindled moments
laying between so much seed]
The sea awaits only for pigs and chicken-shits
under cloud-tossed skies.
From one of my research workbooks.
The stuff in [brackets] should be indented (blogspot fails to recognize indentation).
