everyday i get busy cheating the world.

with coffee, peanuts, clouds and pineapples.

doing so,
i make it believe
i need it
as much as
it needs me.

Freezing heights.

Sparse...
Thin air...

Gliding
you landed
as a tickling feather
over my
wet runway.

(jiggling)

Whole engine
seen flapping
its wings
cutting clouds
in pieces,
in joy!

where did my clouds go?

the sheep-like
the candy-floss-shaped
the cotton-made
the sugar-tasting
the light-footed-type
the cauliflower-silhouette
the joker-carved

the clouds you extra designed for me
a little before
the astronomic warlike mushrooms
erupted?

my love for you,

can not rebel.
can not relax.

it has an eye open.
an eye closed.

you're my beautiful dizzy glowworm.

here... look! it's on!
there... oh no! it's off.

light.
dark.
light.
dark.

in this movement
it resists
both
in light
in shadow.

Instead of this,
symmetry.
Instead of that,
disarray.
Instead of those,
The verse
and its
reverse.

a confined hard-core smoker
in an 8-hour-flight
over the Atlantic
misses his nicotine.

the abstinence of you
is the kind of missing
only chronic smokers
on overseas flights
can understand.