I’ll rescind myself from further
meandering between right or wrong,
and let my consciousness
to have a tête-à-tête with my eternal
soul, while my intoxicated body will be
occupying an empty couch in the nucleus of
the void of your universal love.
a witchcraft is slowly turning into
a witch-hunt; Rangers won
and Devils lost.
Fighting social demons
by bashing gravestones.
Do you hear, – a cancer growing?
Do you hear how your exuberance is leaking
from the ventricles of days?
Inside – Around:
a self-induced consolation.
an umbilical cord
a needle on top of the syringe
just a few ways to convey
an anti-Truth serum.
an art of creation, – passe
an art of destruction, – a novelty
one good thing, – NASA had discovered planets
that might support life.
another good thing, – we’re not there yet.