Daniel de Cullá
Front Doors
Baby O dynamite
mistress of the Star fish
swimming in my ears
where often a Wo/Man
remains alone
long to listen
Doors singing my business daily
dead as a door nail
into all this Channel
O.O. % Ecstasy. No¡
showing me a door
opening by itself
at the End of lives forgotten
when Sun is a dog cart
dotted with gay dogs
of the dooms day
sit and dreaming
of the floor of our
Nothingness sentencing:
“Bakers dozen talk
19 to the dozen”