This strange feeling crossing patterns, divided by rules
Fear and confusion another great defeat against the morning
freeze
We feel the loving breeze which hits and leaves
Green is yellow and no one cries for the autumn leafs
It’s about acceptance baby, it’s about deception baby
It’s about the masked thieves
Empty spaces, empty rooms, waiting for a crystal clear laugh
For a blink, for a kiss
Lips burned under bliss.
A raw sugar waiting to be absorbed, coffee grounds,
blackened teeth
Smells like morning cigarettes
Your skin in deep I search, the endless constellations on your
back;
divine like a glass of strong whiskey,
in the moonlight you sit on my mind, straying thoughts
searched for your weedy breath under a bleached skyline
A brief introduction, a longer seduction
Ended in kisses and sweat drops sliding on your breasts.
Smokey awaits me and fire and your favorite sweater.
Snowflakes hit your window, eat’em for breakfast
No strings attached, it’s just a glass of milk and scrambled
eggs
It’s just for fun, fun on a bun,
No harm done!
Reddish candles create a fairytale in which you dive almost
drowning
Too much salt, too many numbers for the cipher
A closed vault.
Keep a 21 in your mind
Feel young for one time that lasts a year, ten or more
Fed me like a dying whore
Give me all whiskey, gin and three packs of nicotine
I’ll snort you like my special K, follow you, running like
Speedy
I’ll do you in the hey, I’ll trash the place, hence you’ll
live with me
Your back I'll carve deep; defining human constellations.
In love with images created by myself
I surf away on buses and trains, searching in vain for my
plane
Bring me back to Earth, bring me back to dirt!
I must restore my trust in talking meats
Clean the dust for my new books on defeats.
Being given two variables
Until I get it right, I will be in a directly proportional change
with the establishment that might act as a cage
for a new human rage!
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