Somebody’s eaten lips in somebody’s
even hungrier mouth, maybe
too much of packed cherry or
weed in one… mistake.
THERE ARE THE TWO OF US.
What do you do when you find the same one? YOU LOVE YOURSELF?
The inevitable love,
birth in a mirror.
somebody said “COFFEE”
somebody smelled like one.
What is your state of matter?
If I melt with the rain I will smell
Muses become the crazy ones.
it’s too late for widened irises
someone got hooked on art.
What is the artist’s only disease?
The mirror … the mirror?
Improved evolution in
Now we enter in the deep humanity
19 more pills and 20 Alises in the wonder land.
What is a placebo?
Maybe a stinking spinach?
It’s not the smell of the spoiled spinach
That’s the worst thing in the world. The worst one is a green empty room that smells like
spoiled spinach while someone’s wristwatch
is on the table, and you hate yourself because
you still have the unforgivable extra number
I know a recipe for time speeding,
but that meal works out only when
I don’t want to cook it J
Green room and green time in
a green cucumber in an orange
room. 18 more pills and 19 Alises.
The knife is the placebo.
On the page of 38 you hold the knife, bite
the nails and steal the time from a green toothpaste.
The only contrast is the red pill.
The time is restored.
The clock stopped.
The pulsating of a mother’s blood stream and
the archetype of birth, replaced with…..