Candy Shop
It´s hard to stand
The suns
Without cleaning
The RayBans
Before going outside.
Too many dull hours,
Heavy machinery
And clockwork
Meat and
Blood and
Shit and
Come to come.
Damned all the
Colors so painful
In my dressed soul,
All the rules imprisoned
In wet sweat panties
And skin too skin
And I have liters
Of words to spread
All over smiley
Pale faces, like
My uncle´s best schrimp
In the world,
Impossible at this time,
Somewhere in Paris
Creating art with pipes
As I finish this fast
To stand up
And talk with
The sun that
Was smiling at me.
We all have the same
In different cities,
Towns,
Villages:
Welcome to
The candy shop!
B.
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