Madrason . Poems

What am I worth,
I am tossed
in a corner
lost together
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Vrouwentongen
brandnetelen
de Omphalos
het erectus
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The blossom of your cheek,
the sun rays on your lap
a soft first shoulder tap
a heart that dears to speak.
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The cricket in the house
might bring -bad- luck,
last year i had a mouse,
whom by poison struck.
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Een rivier
van vuur
een stroom,
een droom,
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Grijs is de wereld
waarin ik woon,
zwarte bolster
blanke pit
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Naked I'm born


I'm not a prophet nor a puppet
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Me the joint

I took a blow went with the flow
my neighbours grass seemed higher
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Bachus und Mercurius


Die Trauben sind Tod
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A Touch of We

Did not I see what my heart whispered to me
did not those birdeyes sing so silently
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