‘Sexy Dreams’

Those sexy dreams and that porn and rings, the socks and shirts, the sun and birds falling to hell. Come closer and tell: How are you? Where are you? The pills on the desk smiling to our face and we sleep. Sweet dreams. It’s going to be better. A voice whispers: never. Shit! Where is it? Good night, thus look for the lights and take them to the other side. Jumping out of the sky, pulling down the stars. I’m putting them onto your skin and I wish to win. The lions are dancing in my head, little clean flowers have been dead. Someone’s breaking plates and the smithereens are falling from the space. The time is slipping into the mist, it fits in our days and suits. Sketches on the walls, the ozone layer holes are intertwined. Good night, thus look for the lights and take them to the other side. Jumping out of the sky, pulling down the stars. I’m putting them onto your skin and I wish to win.