pondelok 20. marca 2017


an animal a thought a plant
pure of an unworthy matter
the cells of creation blent
one into another
a reason feeding up the pulse

tables have turned a while
ago by the time when no
eye could have received
the inception's vibe, a crime
raised up it's shiny cup

words of wisdom mumbled
among the few of rotten teeth
by the two grown from the very seed
sickening voice
poisoned tongue
words we're not allowed to read

yet clock picking up in reverse
hit the last meal by fork and knife
to dine
what's not reserved
to be served now

columns of volumes and pesticides
remember the scars upon her arms
a bath in the sun's loving embrace