Christian Mowarin

poetry bookplay 1 1

an oxygen paperback

July 2010

The graphic is slow

Traf�c an old sage

But am not going

Anywhere but here

Grace so far away

In a trace of space

for my mother, clara

Lilies lay and play

Layers in paginated �ippers

In unbelievable sequence

Religious renounce for reigns

Who's procedural tenure strikes

Little dots of dew propaganda

In a show benevolent of green granules

Propagated and propelled by

A new beginners relevance

In a tasty tale of two world

Could it be day have cast

An irrevocable spell on my genre?

And re-ochrestrate my existence

Like a lost pinnacle in a picturesque

soul draining and gothic retainaship

Pulmonary thongs piecing through

hopes and beams who's now upturned

Bold hearts in burnt dimensions?

What is this paradise slave landscape

Rainmaker, the little

Sudden gust of wind

Trails his little tattoo arm

The gesticulations capture

A regular waver study

Amarachiji village ever ready

To take on the rain dark forces

With a typhoon manifesto

Earthy eyes scanning

Deeply rooted topography

Ears keen on time molecules

The boy incants with a rustic �ute

Who plays in the sands of time

Shadows trying to leave him

Figments of the dust his energy

Adrenalin gathering momentum

Pushing nature's rant far away

He who race in the slopes

Sleepy village in need of festive

Whose time has emanated

Foot bare headed and brave hearted

Wide eyed glued to the roving

Spirits in fervent vortex texture

A mission to disagree

The harmattan who comes early

Chase his vision and freedom

Africanograpghy

The basics

In graphic basins

Broken by new moon

In silly syllables

A provocation of model

posing with extrinsics

Tempera templates

Of discordants tunes

Tools of ethnicity

Born in eternity

Marked in nativity

Lacked in maturity

Before the shoot,

ideas are sketched out.

So session begins

Devils instincts,the lead.

reciprocal obsessions

become the guardrails

for an anti environment

improvisation in no course

Vibrancy in voodoo methods

Plasticity made concubines

In shamed local rethorics

Refractions in brand deliverables

Vertical reality

I am walking on this groove

A Line ephemeral plane

Without an object ground

Like a vortex in slow mo

And no arti�cial gridlock

I am moving without the

Mercurial speed of sound

Orbiting in this techno uprightness

I am walking on thxais virtual reality

Nobody knows what happens

In this ephemeral community

Of monogon and spline stillness

Face-to-face with creation

Body capture, of carbon tonalities

cannivorial and sexual synthesis

Heart crossing empty minds,

Dream walking in avid daylight

I am walking on thxais virtual reality

April 32

Running

Away to oblivion

In midday summer

To a standstill

With trajectory

Unique only

In reverberation

The odd number

In penumbra show

Taken for granted

Element in metallic

Grey dimension

Instituted in in situ

Inculcated in catered

Catastrophe in a trophy

Running to April

In a thirty second time

Running against time

Police on the chase

The graphic is slow

Traf�c an old sage

But am not going

Anywhere but here

Grace so far away

In a trace of space

Voices of a Plateau

It's done, the

Daily plague

Stretched like a

Symphony header

Played in daylight

Aristocratic craze

Set in semi arid

Human vertical space

And of paragraphs

Of satanic verses

Kept reserved

For generations

To rekindle

To mock the new

And lost holy wars

The book of prophets

But not a voice

Of mediaeval of

Armed Armageddon

Dressed up as crusaders

In nocturnal energy

On a table of rock

Tagged in sediments

In the earthly hours

Before the cock

To re create

A life in afterlife

With blades of steel

In a street of stilt

In greed of human salt

Lilies lay and play

The wind had seized

To be truly windy

Life itself entrusted

By the true holy one

Taken a blizzard stroll

Teleported by the �rmament

Who plays a plural roll

In the gavels of creation

The breathtaking picture

Pasted naturally in sync

Nature�s own master stroke

A marriage of earth and heavens

Seen by humans and man

Paradise of green virtues

Unstained and maintained

Only by nature�s alchemy

Lilies lay and play

Layers in paginated �ippers

In unbelievable sequence

Religious renounce for reigns

Who's procedural tenure strikes

Little dots of dew propaganda

In a show benevolent of green granules

Propagated and propelled by

A new beginners relevance

In a tasty tale of two world

iA Paradise Slave landscape

The setting sun slowly

Glide past as the rays move

The shadows in my room

It's mappings corrugates my �nger's

Furrow as it's violet ray

Punch holes in my re�ection

What is this paradise slave landscape?

Been aging there a while

Near the open yet closed shutters

Dying slowly since the day

Why do i have to remain unattended?

What is it this fabulous land has turned?

What is this paradise slave landscape?

Could it be day have cast

An irrevocable spell on my genre?

Pulmonary thongs piecing through

hopes and beams who's now upturned

Bold hearts in burnt dimensions?

What is this paradise slave landscape

The emptiness.Sleeptakers

Night-time. Time tickles away

Blackness. The only sad thing

Then Blackness. the only odour

Silence. the still of the night

Choose. your enemies carefully

Know. what you really want

Wait. the time to strike

The �gurine. silhouette �gure hooded

Dead still. Death still in the air

The room. in the corner

The move. is it time?

The man. already calm,

The man again. eyes too shut

The bend-over. stay in control

The stare. as close as sting

The eyes. a shot at darkness

The alligator. red pupils dimming

The spontaneity. the wake up

Sudden. don't ask

The scream. the evil begins

The union. the inter-stare.

The burst. Gaze gone sour

The crack in the skull. through the back

The emptiness. The �ight begins

The swirl. far fetched into the night.

The blood. when it starts to spill

Nothingness. no where to run

The feel. so cold

The resistance. of cobalt

Smeared aroma, of zinc

New. the taste of new blood

Soul asymmetric. uncommon

Thunder. and lightning.

Rain. the reign

By Christian Mowarin

an oxygen paperback

July 2010