That spreads over the room like a screeching phantom.
Flows from the tits that the moon tweaks….
Pick pocketing mutilated words and leaking bizarre-history- amnesia
Of excessive talking. To recover a cloth. Cheeks daubed with a hefty silence.
And it waves in me with the scent of sea foam. The salty waters gnawed well in the eye brows and lifts another veil of dreams…
Swimming, swimming with giant blue butterfly fishes. The flapping echoes.
With the brightest granule, the veil shudders.
It drops down in the laces of your foot marks and soggy biscuits on the tray.
Doors bang. Light diffuses.
My clock is now melting with morning heat.