singing coffee flowers
always take me away
from the midnight brown above
...
beneath the yellow moons
my two eyespiders come
and they are never late.
...
word,
you're my mouthfruit
always running away from me
...
(like eggs) i lay my shadows
in this neighbourwood
with soul restaurants
and old ceramic stashes
...
the time when water cannot be seen
the time when our shadow lays eggs
on the cozy bed of the barrel
...
as far the floors
they are now wet so
you don't teleport through
doors sneaking towards
...
two white towers
raise their ice caps
in the two oceans
...