Children of a lesser
ability
of an indigo exception
and a dynamic inversion.
The power of infinity,
The ability to forgive
And become the fire
In a star.
The substitute of an existing
reality
Tested by sexual aggression.
The insulting models
emerging from your mouth,
the minimal quintessence expressed
by real flowers
and carried out by optimistic
pictures
The pleasure of robotics reflecting
solely on your face.
The magnetic fields
when we touch
embraced
by an infinite demolition.
Dramatic disgustion
Formed carefully
by casual excrepts.
Insane random manifestations
of mortality
The sphere of your
squarified logic
accused by
democratic realizations.
Informal creations
Of a powerful
Wishful thinking
And artistic intonation.
Analphabetic disorder
In your speech,
Makes chaos overwhelm me.
Fearful touches of a criminal pentagram
and unorthodox engineering
in your indisputable power.
Five horses dancing
Irritatingly and
A girl performing black
Mascara on her poor face.
Mid-life crisis dominating
In a dream within
A dream
Stuck in the adversity
Of your morning strawberries
The resulting of allowing in your addictive
momentum
in the course of reaction.
A fantastic opera as expressed
In diagonal mirrors.
The story of a pearl
Travelling in bohemian roads
created by
weird techniques
All planets acquired
In difficult thoughts and
Post-modern adventures.
The re-matured grasps
Of exclamation signified
In your innocent profile,
domesticated by
uncultural modernization.
Mal-formed idols killed
By various tears.
A positive paradigm of creative lovers and
fantastic misinterpretations.
A scary lie turns
Your pre-fantastic course of
walking upside down.
Two models dancing
on the possible danger of
flying.
You destroying my
fragile corridor of psychedelic
course of thought.
Surrealistic fora
accompanied by miserable
dolphins.
Your said you were
on a futuristic diet
eating lizards and
lounge aphrodisiacs,
running on a parallel universe.
Marianne faithful playing
chess with the universe.
A word struck me today
and I can’t forget your
infinite lazedom.
I’m thanking you
for your unbelievable blue eyes
and your exhausting
mother-tongue.
Phosphorus on sticker-tickets
leading nowhere.
Malformation of your
funny nose sticks to
my will to survive.
The ability to dream free
From your clothes, drinking
a detergent cocktail.
The diligence of your
exciting exploitation of
my porcelain heart.
Abusive dictation of
an unexisting scheme of
phrase-dom magnified
by an illusive extra-prism.
An odyssey to
re-establishing the anecdotes
of your ridiculous mind
punished by the glory
of my extravagance.
An automatic puzzle
executed by tender rain-tears
and struck by your valuable
signature.
A morbid angel hitch-hiking
in the avenue of your sorrow.
Don’t hesitate to keep in
touch with an avant-garde
priority of sensuality.
Babies trying to escape
from an adult conspiracy
of allegories and
fruitful attempts to
pray, prey of my imagination,
result of my unforgivable
errors.
Pathetic fields of
ignorance and altruistic
father figure of expensive
heart-attacks.
A fast and intriguing midnight
reply addressed to a
vibrant interlocutor.
The diagnosed
problematic monarchy of my
buddy painted by luminous
extracts of drops of sunshine
mist.
You inspire the
ghost of my poetry, the
muse of my private accelerating
helicopter of lust.
A furious shopping-list, a reincarnation
of your famous zodiac
and attractive sculpture/figure
of archaic coyness.
A mysteriously disputed
fear of losing my mortality
and my excellent manicure.
The power to fasten
a prominent chastity-belt
with numerous figures
of a present
tense post-punk age.
The diversity of an
inner road and a turbulent
sea of self-exploring and
discovery.
An opera singer having
a shower in the snow,
the sky is blood-red
and your mother is slowly
dying of sex-overdose.
A golden prism of lack of
tenderness embodied in
your aspiring and true modifications.
A poet of
automatic self-satisfaction
and intriguing
scratches on your
skin of yesterday.
A flower-power dynamically
re-inverted into a post-mortem.
Your unrealizable
ego, the mutiny of a comet
cruising in space.
The reflection of a
sad orgasm. The sperm of
your annoying indulgence and the
dark scenery of your foolish inventions.
A beloved cat flashing like a lightning
forming thin aspirations of argumentative
literature.
A silent fish expressing the
creatures of modern times, is seen
as a victim of immature modernization.
The momentum of our fights
relaxes the adversity of your
mind.
The infallible memory
of a secret feather dancing
through the windmills of
every-day society,
accompanied by drops of happy
rain.
Like a pentagon of an
invisible Karma, like the meat
emerging out of a dog’s mouth
and the smooth pedals of
yesterday’s engaged bride.
All tomorrow’s sophisticated
thinking and exorcism as a
result of a dull life.
I dare to err and
get stuck in a noisy traffic-jam
eating jam and bacon.
A spoonful of sympathy
and wasted activity inspired by
decorative crystals in
the middle of a quite dusk in Singapore.
A romantic weekend in
Sahara desert as seen by
crazy film-makers and
schizophrenic actors/actresses.
You talk about ruthless
creativity and phantasmagoria
during tea-time of the protocol.
Your write
letters to God till you drop
and make a collage of harmony
and self-discovery.
You are addicted to
your heroine, like in heroine and
dream about an up-to-date
poet society.
Symbolism vs. activism
and you jump in a fantastic
universe you have created.
How rich can a planet
be when living in a planetarium
full of plastic angels?
Wallpaper hallucinating with a
little help of acrylic colours,
something like a far-away echo.
You live in an ancient
palace full of modern agony
and an old-fashioned touch of kitch.
The appearance of certain
types of relaxation come in stigmata
like the freckles on a ginger’s face.
What a fruitful investigation,
what a superb feeling of erotic
exhaustion!
Your tremble like a child
in your grasp for success,
without a hint of politeness!
A marvelous exhibition
of feelings and a pimp of
celebration.
The spy of our routine
looks like a giant trouble-maker,
an attractive gangster of
pre-paid affection.
The restoration of
your temple of passion and my
restless need for sympathy.
Your lips burn like fire and
test my guts’ limits.
A vale of compassion
darkens the amazing view of
today’s fighters.
A crater of pink lava
as hallucinated by the famous
director of strange kinky
scenes in a stranger’s
mind.
Your self-indulgence and
your undoubtedly high self-esteem
contrasts my fear of heights.
Somebody mentioned
a mind-cramp
you got lost in, as well as a
retro façade of the midnight
river.
I got married to a boxer,
not estimating the surplus of
your feelings.
A past that never existed,
the future of a handful of
dust, an obituary of hurt impressions.
In the outcome of a large day,
from her to eternity.