guilt turns into this

I dreamt of you two

warm lights behind a curtain

on a winter's night

ecstatic vision

Now it's not both, but it was there

where you told me off

and I admit to my flaws

and hope

that you'll know

what I don't know

how to show

Either way

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I play chess

all day long

cause I'm don Quijote

fighting against the odds

there's no exit door

cause reason knows no evil

so I play chess

to free the excess

and it's all been said before

but no known recess

can handle such mess

It's eternal

this journal

so I'll keep it private

and periodical

[toast to all of it

to envy

hatred

greed

and me vibing in]

~

refrito mix

POof!
bang!
8mash!

phonemes of willingness
are devoid from change
through motionless efforts

but flesh is infected

the flesh, infected!

so get it off me!

but it sticks like glue
my steak!
my meat's stew
why do I have to feel breasted‽

echos quietly stand

for a reason

symbols set up

like a treason

POof! ZaP!
bang! haha
ööps.. 8mash!

was that you laughing??
fucking twat

~

supply and demand

Unfinished puzzles

crystalised in the fridge,

like yesterday's nuggets.

The smile is that of Monalisa.

The heart can't take no more

local anesthesia.

Cause I'm sure I guess

my naked prose,

my sapphic verse,

is devoted in reverse.

Within our heads,

so aware,

no matter what's said

cheeks won't go red.

It's always been known,

as with shared folklore,

the mess of a body

stuck in the struggle

of its inner whore.

~