CLOSE YOUR EYES
YOR HEAD IS
A BRILLIANT PIECE
OFF*URNITURE.
BALD IS DRAFTD AGAIN(ST).
(AGAIN)STUPIDITY

yeux

i fed the ghosts and will haunt me forever.
laugh when the silence comes.
why do you still put all that energy?
what don’t you have to hide?
what’s in these yeux d’enfant?
magpie corpses
eyeless faces
symmetrical happenings
no ripples in the water
no accolades
wait for an answer you’ll never get.
wait for the permanent sun
the smell of gasoline
awares the explosion of the gas stations,
emma.

drowned

homages. (inspiring sickness)

not. (tantrum)

not to be in the game is not cowardry.
oh! don’t wanna play! coward…
childish.
not that kind of game. not that.
no when you ever move.
no when you decide when to play.
no when i’m not even in the game.
not your game, not.

flutter

under the burning sun
we are great swimmers
we are the experts
set on drugs
i never became
an astronaut
but sunken in water
like an aspirin
in zero gravity
we’re great divers
bodies burn
and drown
and your heart of wood
floats.

what do I have to realize?

did you go bad?

baby alligators in the sewers

my reasons

cast myself towards infinity, trust me, I had my reasons

meh!

please enjoy a brief panic intermission

ever arguing
i don’t wanna talk to you
and you get used to
the relaxing sound of your sighs
brilliant interpretation
dim the light
something little
a blackout
i’ll spit my heart
scares me to death
who needs pain
to be happier?
stay there
staring at what
frozen liquen
shipwrecked