Aleska

June Paik
smitten, days lie around the whole room,
squashed, ueseless days
like walking away from a crowded place with fresh snow on the ground making this crunshy, sound everybody loves so much
monotone hum
dipping sounds yield to stillness
the bouquet of springflavors
enfolds the barrel
parable, shamelessly indiscreet
manic laughter. stars. severe cold