bizarre distillates
bizarr párlatok
I am full of poisonous spirits today
drunkenness gives the bizarre moments
my human liver is in my death’s play
- until I reshape the burden of torments
you take my kiss at a happy heat degree - in the spell the light of a nightmare blocks the slide
ticket is given only to your choreography
and the wash-dirt of my life from the other side
today you are still full of mysterious words - I saw wounds melting on you
the pub table in bohemian solitude hurts
excites – an alchemical revolution too
we are thought by the heartbeat of reality - because distillates run the world
we keep our senses under lock and key
while the shylocks get the fresh whirl
false coordinates in confession - they don’t fit in my crystal glass
I sip steamy fire in a solo session
like the gods at sunset of first class
truth is what the spirits lie
that there is another world in our earth’s sky
downhill the human-faced centuries
and noble provinces in dog skins
Libros Libertad 