Poezja

In your limpid eyes 
a pacifism slumps. 
All I could say was, wrong sex 
was ending in ice. 
 
Dark energy: we were not expanding 
Lies galore : we were casting 
off our skins. I will not seek 
afterlife. The hand carries the old coat. 
 
Retrodiction. Don't want to shed 
the charm. Waited for the change 
which never came. Chicken, 
wearing love, no bones. 
 
Latest navel show. Walking on 
ramp. Aphrodiasiac for the dangling 
egos. Let us go for a 
collective suicide.