Karoly Sandor Pallai Poems

A glowing symphony lobbies for a
Future of flickering flashes, swaying in
The late afternoon breeze, inflaming our
Lost visions. we desperately need the
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We never come back to the
larches of our mendable childhoods,
to pending memories of separation,
of exhausted electrical love.
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Do angels have external sex organs, genitals, intestines? is there sexual intercourse between them, and how about veneral diseases? adam’s apple, gullet, pharyngeal tonsils, lungs? if not, what kind of sound do they make? if so, do they have lung
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Looking at my instantiations
behind previously vanished glasses of morning embrace,
entangled in pale memories of confinement,
learning ourselves into hypertrophies of wordliness.
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It’s snowing outside and she’s standing at the door of my room naked. she’s a skyward statue of carnal lust, a hymn to the agony of pleasure. sometimes she dances in g-string, waiting for the next easter, for the salvation and epiphany of her abused, exploited and violated body.
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A slightly green window opened in my
mouth. i’ve clothed the yawning circumstantiality
of my sentimental warehouse. i’m about to
reopen my heart to the city lights of
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i’m proud to be a primitive animal, defending my loved ones with terrifying roars in this world swirling with sinister flares of disingenous forgetfulness. i’m a rudimentary parody of mankind. with the demand of external referency of the central nervous system, yet with a ravaging absence of willingness and reason.
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