lundi 31 mars 2014

Where are the screen chickens?


for freedom, bells and bridges



Cowgirls have got it loose


Falling down on my rubber knees
The head of the drowsy elf
Is staggering with arrows
And gypsy songs call for wild
And spells in the night gloom

Say I’ll be all right

Falling again in the turmoil
The eyes close in the leaves
Of my unloose roots
And I’ll ride here again
And the yell will shoot

Soon I’ll be all right


(2003)


Target of 
Screen Chickens







Picture being broken


with a heart

in concrete light