Monday, June 06, 2011

Three x Ulven

In the style of Tor Ulven:

1.

Your eyes open
within
I see your
darkness

2.

Champagne idiots,
you dream of dwelling in open exterior elevators
that endlessly slide up and down
glass houses where people sleep,

worn out by work,
the shit, the harassment,
and the unanswered call for

enjoyment

3.
Late night. Someone
draws a finger wet
with saliva across
your forehead, nose. A

cool breeze erases the
invisible remainder. Darkness
falls. She is

gone.