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?
I wanted to write something,
Something about dog-spangled banners,
Coughing cats,
golden-bearded monsters
and cigarette ashes, flying under my chin.
I thought about connection,
a molecular level one.
I brought my hair in front of my eyes
as if it’s my polarized sunglasses, or a prism,
to separate the colors of the light
coming out of the florentine light bulb:
It didn’t work.
the salt on my neck
sounds entertainingly violent.
You see,
the sofa,
we used to make love on,
doesn’t care anymore,
just like
Dog-spangled banners,
Coughing cats,
and
golden-bearded monsters.
Now
I found the
connection.
stan
d ing
an
gel!
I just
bur
ned
m y
hair whit h
ci
ga
re tttttttttttttttttttt
ttttt ttttttttt ttttttttttttt t
t ee
e .
Shit bomb!!!
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