'Passing Days, As Images - In Illness ' Vi Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

it is like the time of the junk,
looks like the nightmare,
which is pestering by day,
and at night from every angle

and at night copying everything
is trendy and in the price
as noisy behaviours
being blatant

terrible colours on cheeks
are not only, forestalling
whom for so making very much
would be liked who is who

for it with at least one and to fall
asleep in the middle of the
roadway where there is
a heavy traffic