Max's Rocket...

desert spring....

i didn''t know....
when i left...
i wasn't coming back.
yet this desert is so deserted...
no fruit, no water, no warmth....
i suppose that spring will come....
and we shall see what blooms.

marilyn

to look in a mirror is to not see clearly....

the view is sweet from here....

Music is in my viens....

Landscapes

don't fall.

it snowed.
in october.
in the city.

autumnus...

the sky must be purple...
through all those eyes....

dissapear.

wood
string
vibrations
light that blinds
food like poison
such sweet vomit
alas
he turned around
and strolled
so casually
into the clouds

blue.....

....is the color of his eyes....

back in the big city.....

there's been a diminishing...
an awakening...
a loss....
many things found.

to be continued......soon......

A Dub Rock Band

why be normal?....

don't get lost in a sea of suburbanite monochromatic robots...