A steamy summer awaits

Playing games
Playing games and
Playing games and wanking through the internet of porns
I succeeded!
A climax
They all gave up and I was the last man standing
Die bots!
They waxed all life off of them
And I’m looking at them with my bald two eyes
My bald forehead
Bald thoughts
Suddenly!
Sirens singing notes in adolescent laughter
Standing by the window
Warmth enters and sits on the chest
Asks for a rematch

Anniversary vision

All there’s to know about us
No limp dick marked our decade
Of people getting sick more and more
Of plants copulating
And it’s been a downward season

Isn’t it better to be sad
Alone

Our children were born
Running meadows to the ecchoing green
She passed under a waterfall
He fell under a train
Others hikikomoring in their room

Traces of hope pinch
As grains of sand on stone

We look at twice as Sun
Surrounding us with the sound
Of pollen appreciation
In grazing waves

Marketing

It feels like hide & seek
With the audience
I hid so well and the pride
Of waiting is nothing but fear
I’m in a still place
Everything moving is covering the past
The dust is rambling them away
First the contours
Then all is black
Then
Look what I found!

Come and see what I found!
I pull out of the place
Desaturated, glitchy, eyeballs round
Feeling wide
There’s movement behind the trees
And in corridors but I can’t discern
Are those the seekers?

Come with me to this dark place
Let me show you all these shiny stuff