|Indigo| Polixeni Loukadakos

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Children of a lesser

ability

of an indigo exception

and a dynamic inversion.

The power of infinity,

The ability to forgive

And become the fire

In a star.

The substitute of an existing

reality

Tested by sexual aggression.

The insulting models

emerging  from your mouth,

the minimal quintessence expressed

by real flowers

and carried out by optimistic

pictures

The pleasure of robotics reflecting

solely  on your face.

The magnetic fields

when we touch

embraced

by an infinite demolition.

Dramatic disgustion

Formed carefully

                                                          by casual excrepts.

Insane  random manifestations 

of mortality

The sphere of your

        squarified  logic

accused by

democratic realizations.

Informal creations 

Of a powerful

Wishful thinking

And artistic intonation.

Analphabetic disorder

In your speech,

Makes chaos overwhelm me.

Fearful touches  of a criminal pentagram 

and unorthodox  engineering

in your indisputable power.

Five horses dancing

Irritatingly and

A girl performing black

Mascara on her poor face.

Mid-life crisis dominating

In a dream within

A dream

Stuck in the adversity

Of your morning strawberries

The resulting of allowing in your addictive

momentum

in the course of reaction.

A fantastic opera as expressed 

In diagonal mirrors.

The  story of a pearl

Travelling in bohemian roads 

created by

 weird techniques

All planets acquired

In difficult thoughts and

Post-modern adventures.

The re-matured grasps

Of exclamation signified

In your innocent profile,

domesticated by

uncultural  modernization.

Mal-formed idols killed

By various tears.

A positive paradigm of creative lovers and

fantastic misinterpretations.

A scary lie turns 

Your pre-fantastic course of

walking upside down.

Two models dancing

on the possible danger of 

flying.

You destroying my

fragile corridor of psychedelic

course of thought.

Surrealistic fora

accompanied by miserable 

dolphins.

Your said you were

on a futuristic diet

eating lizards and

lounge aphrodisiacs,

running on a parallel universe.

Marianne faithful playing

chess with the universe.

A word struck me today

and I can’t forget your 

infinite lazedom. 

I’m thanking you 

for your unbelievable blue eyes

and your exhausting 

mother-tongue.

Phosphorus on sticker-tickets

leading nowhere.

Malformation of your 

funny nose sticks to 

my will to survive.

The ability to dream free

From your clothes, drinking 

a detergent cocktail.

The diligence of your 

exciting exploitation of

my porcelain heart.

Abusive dictation of 

an unexisting scheme of 

phrase-dom magnified 

by an illusive extra-prism.

An odyssey to

re-establishing the anecdotes 

of your ridiculous mind 

punished by the glory

of my extravagance.

An automatic puzzle

executed  by tender rain-tears

and struck by your valuable

signature.

A morbid angel hitch-hiking 

in the avenue of your sorrow.

Don’t hesitate to keep in 

touch with an avant-garde

priority of sensuality.

Babies trying to escape

from an adult conspiracy

of allegories and 

fruitful attempts to

pray, prey of my imagination,

result of my unforgivable 

errors. 

Pathetic fields of 

ignorance and altruistic

father figure of expensive

heart-attacks.

A fast and intriguing midnight
reply addressed to a 

vibrant interlocutor.

The diagnosed 

problematic monarchy of my 

buddy painted by luminous 

extracts of drops of sunshine 

mist.

You inspire the 

ghost of my poetry, the 

muse of my private accelerating 

helicopter of lust. 

A furious shopping-list, a reincarnation

of your famous zodiac

and attractive sculpture/figure

of archaic coyness.

A mysteriously disputed 

fear of losing my mortality

and my excellent manicure.

The power to fasten 

a prominent chastity-belt

with numerous figures 

of a present 

tense post-punk age.

The diversity of an 

inner road and a turbulent 

sea of self-exploring and 

discovery.

An opera singer having

a shower in the snow,

the sky is blood-red

and your mother is slowly

dying of sex-overdose.

A golden prism of lack of 

tenderness embodied in 

your aspiring and true modifications.

A poet of 

automatic self-satisfaction 

and intriguing 

scratches on your 

skin of yesterday.

A flower-power dynamically 

re-inverted into a post-mortem.

Your unrealizable 

ego, the mutiny of a comet 

cruising in space.

The reflection of a 

sad orgasm. The sperm of 

your annoying indulgence and the 

dark scenery of your foolish inventions.

A beloved cat flashing like a lightning

forming thin aspirations of argumentative 

literature. 

A silent fish expressing the 

creatures of modern times, is seen 

as a victim of immature modernization. 

The momentum of our fights

relaxes the adversity of your 

mind.

The infallible memory 

of a secret feather dancing

through the windmills of 

every-day society, 

accompanied by drops of happy 

rain. 

Like a pentagon of an 

invisible Karma, like the meat 

emerging out of a dog’s mouth

and the smooth pedals of 

yesterday’s engaged bride.

All tomorrow’s sophisticated 

thinking and exorcism as a

result of a dull life.

I dare to err and 

get stuck in a noisy traffic-jam

eating jam and bacon.

A spoonful of sympathy

and wasted activity inspired by 

decorative crystals in 

the middle of a quite dusk in Singapore.

A romantic weekend in

Sahara desert as seen by

crazy film-makers and 

schizophrenic actors/actresses.

You talk about ruthless

creativity and phantasmagoria 

during tea-time of the protocol.

Your write 

letters to God till you drop 

and make a collage of harmony 

and self-discovery.

You are addicted to 

your heroine, like in heroine and 

dream about an up-to-date

poet society.

Symbolism vs. activism

and you jump in a fantastic

universe you have created.

How rich can a planet 

be when living in a planetarium 

full of plastic angels?

Wallpaper hallucinating with a

little help of acrylic colours, 

something like a far-away echo. 

You live in an ancient 

palace full of modern agony

and an old-fashioned touch of kitch.

The appearance of certain

types of relaxation come in stigmata 

like the freckles on a ginger’s face.

What a fruitful investigation, 

what a superb feeling of erotic 

exhaustion! 

Your tremble like a child 

in your grasp for success, 

without a hint of politeness!

A marvelous exhibition 

of feelings and a pimp of 

celebration. 

The spy of our routine 

looks like a giant trouble-maker,

an attractive gangster of 

pre-paid affection.

The restoration of 

your temple of passion and my

restless need for sympathy.

Your lips burn like fire and

test my guts’ limits. 

A vale of compassion 

darkens the amazing view of 

today’s fighters. 

A crater of pink lava

as hallucinated by the famous 

director of strange kinky

scenes in a stranger’s 

mind.

 Your self-indulgence and
your undoubtedly high self-esteem

contrasts my fear of heights.

Somebody mentioned 

a mind-cramp 

you got lost in, as well as a

retro façade of the midnight

river.

I got married to a boxer, 

not estimating the surplus of 

your feelings.

A past that never existed, 

the future of a handful of 

dust, an obituary of hurt impressions.

In the outcome of a large day,

from her to eternity.

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