dicht.es / dense.words

i just heard my plant suck in water
and then it moved so loudly
the pot shifted.

pulp june night  
to resurrect pine cone
seeds
predominately found in the  shift
from wood to coastline; nasolabial fold
follicles of that backroom lilac breathe me.
photosynthesis moves green subtropic
temples; endangered plants
the sill so full of them! so full
moss inches, mint blooms.

my daughter closed the txt file with my latest writing. after seeing the dialogue pop up, she closes without saving. the whole cache was deleted with it. i want to bury myself in a hole. 

and i remember the words that someone once said, “if you can not remember what you even wrote, it was not worth it anyway”. 

the raw genius of a caterpillar
flitting sentiments or sediments
some residue on the left hemisphere of your brain

grits of that fig
seeds beadings between fingers

mars is forgotten between high gras; prairie
on earth.

One year off tumblr and everything is the same. It is like a time capsule of regretted love and very beautiful packaged agony.

accomplice,

a dictionary asleep,

the noses
never meet bitter almond pralines
all
while a cat steps over the paperweight
epithetical postcards so heavy
now
a ship carries them into yawning tides

and on someday
i wear a skirt
that takes me seen
along female horizons.

familiarity is where
i my you
comes from
thickened the skin around nails
and to dream of sleep
gaping breadth.

do not look in castles
worn banister
additional installment
the made in china curtain
and the smell: oak of aulic

slowly the dog is nodding  
where no one will find him bound
to a mirror polished chestnut
rolls and resounds in a grounds suture
prospect for foliage elapses
IN between ready sleek branches

the fuck!the - hungry the hunger is
knitting mesopotamian’s fall.

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hunger der

schau nicht im schloß nach
abgenutztem treppengeländer
nachträglich installiert
der made in china gardine
und dem geruch: eiche vom hof,

langsam döst der hund bis dahin
wo ihn keiner mehr angebunden vorfindet
zum spiegel polierte kastanie
rollt und hallt in einer bodennaht
ausschau nach laub vergeht
[IN]zwischen glatten ästen –

the fuck!the- hunger der hunger ist
mesopotame untergänge stricken.

[Original in German]

what if the throttle that is leaving your brain
upholds the AI my daughter
painted

music

soul is gone
placed on a chip
only a treatise; so called conscience

will be a forensic copy of sic.

a record player
and a telescope
to listen to the thoughts
leaving;
throttle of the cotton napkin - smelt  
digesting layer of stars
of home folded into an origami frog
and feel of native is stuck in folds
mi - a précis, phonating repeat.