Pharmacy

alabaster 10:00 Posted in Very Long Text | Permanent link | Comments (6) | Tags: Literature Friday, 15 September 2006 ... and soft grass ... dolmens covered with damn sweet moss grass dolmens ready to sink into the soil exhausted to stand up to have stood all these centuries all these millennia having just just held up all these myriads of hours all this under the stars at the full moon in the dark under thunderstorms catching lightning more often than in their turn dolmens of hard stones long chambers sheltering the frolics of illicit couples stealthy hugs of men anxious to hide from escape the eyes to flee the gaze weighing heavier than the stone of the dolmens the looks of the other others may be just as rough or rough in their feelings as they are, or even harsher than the stone of the dolmens more acrimonious in the eyebrows in circumflexes displaying dubitative mines cautious paupers mistrusting themselves always defying everything to end up slumping against the soft foam of the dolmens and on the heaviest rock on the ro c the most powerful the most impressive turtle shell of which we never see