The bakery of your dreams

a fake shot

It’s deliciously fat,

with a beauty of a cow’s eye,

with the smell of indigo colors,

exploding like a mandarin.

 

I turned my back,

to wait for the right moment,

to see your cinematic entrance

into the garden

full of flour,

resting on my eyelashes.

 

I skated an iron iron,

making rounds around you,

illuminating with fireworks

with hands,

full of ingredients for

a cake.

 

Was it cheesy

enough?

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Factory refurbished furniture with the eyes of an huge fly

orange rat

I saw

Purple and green,

on top of each other,

colors from nineties’ sportswear,

lined up,

from left to right.

 

It’s a game,

fully structured,

but

without a story-line.

 

Arrows from left to right,

moving backwards,

pushing forward.

 

They light up,

like pixels,

like fly’s eyes,

perfectly.

 

I just saw it,

wanted to share.

Dig it?