In my waterproof plastic pocket
I have a collection of frozen sunrays,
gathered in the pitch black light of a sandwich
that floats in the river of subconsciousness.
In the backseat of my brand new car
a madman had the time of his life,
cutting with his razor-bladed carpet-knife
and spreading the leather-seat all over Europe.
Square grooves and deep dimples
gives the true trajectory.
Misty meaningless message
from the golf ball factory.
Pulling out the needles from the eyes
of ice cold camels high on crack.
Adhesive animals with simulated smiles
talk too much about unpaid taxes.
Single-celled life-forms in my left ear
consider the probability
of life-forms in other ears, how they look;
ideas from a science fiction book.
Candle light can delight,
can ignight your house.
Candles for crucifixion brighten my world.
Malfunction in the light-switch – darkness again.
Sunbathing albino blacks on the beach,
under the yellow December moon,
teaching how to fly with just one unarmed leg
and miss the point in the end of a sentence
Egyptian pyramids getting lost
in the yuppie-jungle of the city,
where sharks swim among tobacco-plants
and albino aliens are impossible.
