Poetry doesn’t speak of monotony
Routine unplanned forever
Life and love and risks of lust
Down secret, leafy walkways
Hypocrisy regularly meets contradiction
So I dance on the knife edge of life
I toss fairytale endings in the street bin
At the end
Of simple times
Picking blackberries
I stopped searching for the moral in the fable
Desire will break rocks to get what it wants
The sun won’t stop until it explodes
Cold steel blade takes away my breath
Momentary rush of untimely death
I feel alive