59 Seconds Poem by Anne Jensen

The loft is open and vide
Trying to avoid a bite
Strawberries are smashed on a spoon
Looking out from a wound
Being myself on a dish
Hunting around like wish

Trying to be stupid and to ease the pain
Who denies cocaine?
The earth is getting close
A rush goes through my nose
This powder is soaking me up
A fingertip reaches for the top

The painting is all over my face
Hands who wants to embrace
Starters who came by
Just a trembling why
Do you undestand my circle?
A bloody smile will curdle

Try not to be less than a minute