Hangover - Poem by Luca Menin
You don't have the power.
Sex disposal, used body.
The wick soul, his losing power.
Noisy morning, framed by rumours' pictures.
Coffee jar, mugs
Coffee stains in a teaspoon.
Chemical bottle spray.
Observing from the little door, falling spelling magnets
Knives, sharper water bath.
Mirrors reflecting, vanishing vanity.
Birds quarrelling in my head.
Vicious birds devour tree of blood cherry.
Magpie, magpie, have you lost your shying & white feather?
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