can't pick the flowers of Vesuvius
anymore
they've become golden gypsy rings
for death's slick
elegant
fingers
the ones which wrote all my
poems
they've become stones on the road
to nowhere
they've become the road's
cruel
crowning
achievements
they've become the pointless
wanderer's
trophy
the Polish man of the mountain's
legend
can't pick the flowers of Vesuvius
any more
then why I still madly hold on to
the empty
clandestine
vase
in other people's
hell
corridor
of long-gone lava
shadow of dawn
A.J. Kaufmann—wandering bard of Poznań, sonic druid of the cassette realm. Born under a vinyl moon during a lo-fi storm, raised by spectral mixtapes and surreal dreams. He’s conjured 200+ albums while debating invisible muses and sipping metaphor tea. Writes like a mystic, sings like a caffeinated oracle. May or may not be part mushroom. Proceed with headphones.
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The flowers of Vesuvius
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