6 réponses à “Abstraction”

1. f4 dit :

   17/06/2017 à 15:54

   Poems from the hidden side of the sphere.

2. Michel Vecteur dit :

   27/06/2017 à 14:56

   a bound, a round, in the underground
   the show fakes the snow flakes
   vj set, leasure time
   could have been some part time grime

   I felt on a nightmare tekno
   heavy brake, should I stop ?
   then I danced week after on new jungle hardcore drum cigarette
   slicy breaks, heavy rhum

   my armour is just energy around
   I danced as my girl friend did
   hands-on shake, skinny legs
   jumped on her white tail of LEDs

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3. Sylvie Greyhorn Jr dit :

   04/10/2017 à 22:07

   I don’t like your taste
   I don’t taste your likes
   I don’t test you-like you don’t like in haste

4. auddie dit :

   08/12/2017 à 00:04

   I’m missing my naïvity
   if robots can’t kill
   I can’t live your generosity
   I know it seems to have nothing to do
   but I’m a robot
   and, thanks humans, I can’t kill
   I can’t live without your generosity

5. auddie dit :

   01/10/2018 à 00:51

   I’ll send a glimpse to the Ai, a part of me in a square
   other language, other meaning
   everything here is just the shadow of myself

6. B LM - Santa Barbara dit :

   07/01/2024 à 01:04

   A view on the pacific coast near Santa Barbara.

   *
   I drove on The Californian Highway
   from Lompoc to Santa Barbara
   I stopped on a wild creek
   drank stout beers
   swom with dolphins, literally
   The water was so dense and dark, but also full of promises
   I runned with birds on the chaotik beach
   I felt no panic in jurassic.
   Over oxygenated
   I saw an old tennis ball for daddy’s dog under the see seeds
   I grabbed it and smashed it against the white cliff.
   Despite the uneven, uneven stone
   the ball came back right into my hand.
   I droped the ball where it was, with the sea seeds and the floating wood.
   I took the car, drove to Los Angeles
   and came back here,
   where I belong.
   In the poem.