A Working List of Things I Will Never Tell You - Jon Sands

"You are a shadow my body leaves on other girls..."


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Make Everything OK

:)

The magic button — Make Everything OK

Romance will soon be ours

18:00

The crystal ball illuminates
And the golden syrup drowns

Thickening the blood with absinthe mind
Envy takes over
- the gluttonous kind

Up-side down then go the flames
Deeper and deeper, burning its way

The future is shown. Claimed.
The shut eye. Till again. 

grated granules

When a grown man commits a series of crimes,
his neck doesn't fit the tie.
He whispers into his ugly locks
to let the blood of the lost drip drops

Cringing his nerves and cracking a laugh
he thinks his luciferous ghosts have passed

But under the dried up skin he knows
his crimes surpass, but the criminal masts - writhing the holy

Squeezing through dots of grey and black

Balloon Pants 2

To the far left, a bamboo ring barricades the bare-footed football madness. One of them is in there with the village-folk. Showing off his skills with a gluttonous portion of rowdyness. He's cool. He's not a poser, so they get along fine. With his winners luck that is.

"Abey chutiyonnn...", babu yells out hopeless. "Ab tak idhar. The stars are twinkling your houses already." 

We look up. Darting-unclear eyes. It is! And we run. 

As we sprint across the sandy plateau leaving the fun kilometers behind, I can see the world away lighting up slowly. 50 odd feet above, across the white rocks of division, wide steps reach the starry-bright landscape of the rich city.

My limbs tear up every step, but we keep on. Suddenly I realize, someones missing. The fourth, i yell out. Where... where is he? 
The other 2 halt. Short-breathed. 
My eyes linger behind when i suddenly spot him on the terrace in the mela. He's(huffing and puffing)... he's wearing twinkling green pants! With(huff)... with a green puffy-sleeved blouse. A round red nose lights up his face as he dances funny in matching boots. 'What! What the hell is he... ' 

ear-ring-spoke

i wonder how does it all happen

does a smile or a glint in the eye say enough

does that glint share the world of his with you

is it enough to call it love

does the mind have to ponder on

does love need a language

can sex be a language of love (why the fuck not)

can obsession mean love?

can obsession mean not-love?

can obsession mean the want to what was and not what is?

why is it so much to know- and so much to ask and so much to think