boy dives
in sea of books to surf...
crumple this up after you're done reading
because honesty is a beast in drunken stupor...
the faucet
drools non-stop...
a chair arms
the fatigued man...
Oh Texas! Oh Texas! Being reckless, I see
It’s all for a freedom that does not exists...
It's gloomy and isolated
in the unlit flat...
Who cares if I sneak
too many glances...
I'm an angel but that's not
Always what people see...
It starts much like before.
I strip the walls...
What on Earth? A rain drop on my hand
A gift from Heaven itself!? Oh wait...
Bristles caress canvas,
unloading their vibrant content...
The lamest of ducks
can inflict a nasty wound...