Black noise

The fight is not the way

Not mine

To prove or win

A satisfaction vane.

You poke me and trick me

When i despise you

And your darkness.

Pick up your slippers,

It’s off.

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Watery summer

The heat brings my personality

To the limits and towards the feedjngs

I have seen seldom and fear.

Dried patience, heart of an arsonist,

Warmth of a mother

Form my orbit and stretch around my open arms.

Open arms with your shape.

Office magnet

My stomach a fist

When entering the door

Of predigested decisions

And bland ideas.

The tiny speckle of hope

And possibility of self expression

keeps me going

In and out.

Migrant bananas

The tropics are here
In the yellow curves on the table
And in my pocket.
Banal fruits we give for granted,
Travelled in group
Scared and green
To my table.
Like migratory birds at their first adventure,
They matured.

Property lane

Naïve is your virtue
And the shine on your armour
When you translate an unexpected
Reality to me.
Dynamics are read personally
And the time spent
Distributed in drops
To people I do not consider.