utamachote


“Because I am human”



producer/
director
photographer
writer

- based in berlin


Sarnt Utamachote © 2018


My Craft

(11/10/2017)






































































I try to perfect my craft
While you lay legs across
One hand teaching me obedience
Twist the stick and throw
I’m in order to catch up with better phrases
For it’s my fault to kneel
That I’m once a noble
With umbrella
To satisfy you well



Light will turn off soon before dawn
My heels will meet into
Pouring sand
Shapes like smiley face of
Passengers
Who stare at my nose
Or my expertise
One-sided fur, perhaps million euros
Wet full, heavy with rain
Spring tears in my eyes
To see clearly
Who is right and who has right
Which is not the case
For I am the satisfying
and pushing myself hard to be



It has been a while
We sit together sewing machines
You deliver your pastcode
And scroll down
Continue desire to desire
And I, reckless sleepless creature
Haunting in black cage
All-sided blinding
Yawn loud
Majestically
Subliminally
As the lower shits
Back fort, front back
Smack, suspire, your fist
And your cock cleavage
broke my umbrella cords
breaking apart details we needed to confront
no more




My paws pelled off this nails
And tanned back call
Operation desire
If I indeed had thousand wings
I would know where to go
Only if I’ll freeze midair
Break apart
As if I will
Shatter
To thousand more prisms
In your goddamn rainbow stripes
Over the laughters
Curse



But these claws are too calm
at peace and even vulnerable
To worth given
By archaic voices
I’m not hearing myself
I’m not hearing you
Nor even sound of the rain
Pouring right in my ass



Gone into pixels and partial self-explaination
All such muscles deserve self-exclaimation
I’m but just an ignored dried leaf
in floating plane weary
My voice could contain certain
Decibels of freedom
If there was nay at all
As a craftman