It´s dark.
I don´t know where i am.
The night eats the traces of life.
I´m alone.
I awaken and find myself i a warm bed.
My love has taken the duvet.
The window is open.
And a man with a blooded clown mask passes by...
The rain falls heavy on my face.
My clothes are heavy.
I see something in the corner of my eye.
Everything stops.
I fall accepting my worthy fate.
The cold ground is welcoming my body and soul.
The rain falls heavy on my face.
It´s dark.
I don´t know where i am.
The night eats the traces of life.
I´m alone.
I awaken and find myself i a warm bed.
My love has taken the duvet.
The window is open.
And a man with a blooded clown mask passes by...
The rain falls heavy on my face.
My clothes are heavy.
I see something in the corner of my eye.
Everything stops.
I fall accepting my worthy fate.
The cold ground is welcoming my body and soul.
The rain falls heavy on my face.
_Stereotypeface_
Stereotypeface
is written all over
in permanent ink,
a thousand words
to make it
a better image.
All this work
and all these toys
for normal love
you can't explain.
When writing
don't, like simile,
act metaphorically.
When living
don't, act simile
like metaphor.
Bad aren't mixes,
just no sultanas
Seeing Billy
as a sighing flosser
set about urbia row
your blinds to mow;
what an anastrophe!