untie my ribbons
and
crash my bones

we are a disgrace to 20th century
baby, you and me

every now and then and every time
I magnify your arrival
and you reset my altitude

unchain my voice
and
cut me into nanos

the cat yawns and dreams
dreaming of pink butterflies
and i devour the clouds
the cloud was cotton
and all my black face lies on it

counting your name countless times
and chanting it
this was the tradition
hence now it's forgotten
buried in the old earth, under my skin
feeling like a gift unwrapped

my two eyes
and all my nails
painted red

it's so real that
almost feels supernatural
unreal
uncanny
so real that as if it's concrete and
you can touch it

you can't

i live well and i live wise
there's nothing to see or smell
all hidden in void
nobody can tell
it's just translucent sparkles
and i can't see well.

i had to translate it
into sounds and words
and into mimics and expressions
so heavy a burden and my arms are just limbs
sing me some tunes and i don't remember a part of it
smoke into me and give me some oxygen

ashes on the coffee table
sunbeams ecclesiastically dancing
some vanilla ice-cream
half finished glass and reminiscent of ice on it

i got no rhyme sweet pie
and lost so long
alter my longitude
and set my resonance
fit me into it
so i can escape
as the matter cuddles me
and leaves nothing to breath