Picture in my pocket, looks like you!

• Lolita, das Buck von Vladimir Nabokov ist phänomenal gut geschrieben und macht ausgesprochen leicht abhängig.

We are all but lenses and mirrors -
Mirrors and lenses,
Coughing up frenzies.
Boiling out our guts to wash out all the stains
Abdominal pains.
(Dive deeper, little girl and retrieve the apple of knowledge.
Knowledge is power even if it makes your tummy hurt.
You might regret but you will never admit to want to go back.)
Listen:
The sound of the invisible wings of the angel machine.
Liberated by a box: trapped inside infinity.


Stanza Number Four:
The four poles of a fourposter bed, stakes, boundaries to your pasture.
Browse, sup, while the meadow is green,
Autumn is coming and the frost is keen.
Poles spewing tadpoles, relentlessly.
Your likeness, sweet burden, vis a vis.
Sickening fancies ursurping your dreams
Everything is not only not quite what it seems,
it also is not quite what it is.


etc. etc.