Feel like crap
Goodbye.
This is not the end
But the start to
The new image of feeling crap

Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait

Eccentricity

The boiling oceans are calling loudly

Ignore it,

the next big wave will consume

everything.

among shaking,
dancing palm fronds
he pumps his veins
with curls of smoke
reclines in his throne
slowly, it's a science
gold in his fingers
and jungle snakes
and twitching beats
excite his bones