Lovely thorns, poppy, and peppercorn
I have seen where other people’s dreams
Cascading down quietly
In a waterfall near the sea
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Lovely thorns, poppy, and peppercorn
I have seen where other people’s dreams
Cascading down quietly
In a waterfall near the sea
Heaven is a library
Hell is a flea market for antiques
Here is a landfill
Now we have everything
I’d rather just be a balcony hopping bird
Come to your window day to night to morn
Trotting and chirping by your window sill
Where I am, is where I want to be
Once I set fire to the goddamn rain
It evaporates like you do
The lightnings are purple
The whole world monochrome
Suddenly we start stoning
Blindfolds on and off
Slashing skylines
Blistered stars
Dangling between his wrist
His pocket watch
Painted silvery enamel
Falling down, falling down
Will you fly off to the crust of moon
Even if it is inhabitable still
Distant sky distant sphere distant star
Just to see it the other way around
At times, when the spider turns to a chandelier to a clock
All of the modernistic wonders
Could not compensate for
Lights on, lights off
When the angle is right
Blue blood on marble floor
It’s a chessboard
But with people on it
You had a dream in hell
Every line is a punch line
When you have something to punch
I was playing candy crush with the devil
When an angel came knocking on my door
I had drowned my self
In a teaspoon of distress
Fallen in the eternal swirl
A cup of Egyptian Gold