swirl the moonlight in your wine glass,
and tell me if it’s as bitter as it looks...
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...