Bukowski, Cash and Dylan Whiskey, twisted cigarettes and Thai take away. How much can fit inside a room? Boxes, armchairs, carpets and glasses. I count them on my fingers, weight them, bump into them. All based in the laws of physics, - space and volume.
The sheets on which you laid upon. The mirrors that showed you forms and figures -forms that meant to replace emotional loss.
The lips of glasses you used to bite. -body movements as the expression of an inner void. Repeated patterns of disorders - food for my poetry. The plumes of countless cigarettes, that offered the necessary filling for my insides.
Background noise that comes from the TV Content: Chlamydia and young people in excitement -reality show for cowards. Your manhood spread all over like an octopus expanding his 8 legs. Open legs, so that your testosterone can take some air.
A packet of cigarettes, a mobile phone, lighter and a cotton swab. All in line: from the largest to the smallest object. Absolute symmetry of declining placement.
I walk ***** to the shower, Winking to your manhood While you remain looking at me with your legs wide open.
I pass through you like a ghost ghosts as you are. Just like if I never existed -just like you never existed too.