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?

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something really arrhythmic

 

Matthew's chicken in Hollywood blvd

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.