Bokareis Craving
2007
‘Uuole Likiu’ -
Im wound in pains, you smother
Book-runes distract me in cue,
and noone would ever bother
If I lay here in cold silence,
passing on my snowy life
to my sweet rebel wine of violence:
tap watered blood, a dirty knife
Apodosis of preparation,
a private lecture just for me
Im laurelled in improvisation,
I lately found my enemy:
It was the black, one-footed raven,
it took me by the feathered hand
it sneaked into me when I was craven,
my apotrophaic gems couldnt mend
Time warp specialists
now calibrate my pathetic static breath
Im harponing on scientists
who concentrate on quicksilver wrath
Im swallowed by uncertain powers,
Im alive, no demons tool
but who stole me minutes of golden showers?
I am not the blemished fool!
