Poezja

Ugliness in pink flakes 
elopes with a terrorist. 
Sun bleaches the black scorn 
muscles ache with cramps. 
 
Full moon peeps through the veil 
of branches. Eucalyptus sways 
in majestic conception. 
Time to exude honey. 
 
A perfect discrimination against 
the trees. A painful ulcer on tongue 
bleeds, pure as the malignant pain. 
I will not talk about existence. 
 
The shadow of god crops up. 
Foolish dolls play the game. 
Subjectivity has frills to counter 
the drive of madness. 
 
Anguish becoming responsible 
to deliver the particles of imagination, 
which move faster than death. 
Future of man was in peril.