From poppies Opium is born Not dust, Emerging from Crushed dark seeds. Subjective beauty And a creative tinge. She bites her lips, A full-blown plastic Moon Floating in an ocean Of red feathers. Opium is born Not dust, Emerging from Crushed dark seeds. They decorate The crumbs That feed the birds. You take a bite, Like them you fly And you stop crying. If you were crying. You bite her lips […]
Spring breeze. Calm early evening. Streets vacated of bustling young families with their impolite offspring. Hurrah. Stare far out, over the horizon. Suddenly, a gentle voice starts whispering. You need to walk a tiny bit more – the Far Eastern Asian lady tenderly reproaches Momo. Or else, you will get too plump and your legs won’t be able to walk the stairs leading to your tiny apartment. Watch out, as they are steep (and also […]