an empty bottle tried to catch some water you could see through the glass that it was completely dry nothing within everything gone in another bar someone thirsty like hell didn’t took an effort to refill again the empty bottle fell down and broke its neck time for a new one said the stranger while... Lees verder →

I’m, I’m, stuck in a fast food world in a fast food war with fast food woman I'm a fast food man with easy romantics I'm, I'm a fast food junkie who writes fast food stories little meaningless poems of my mind whizzing around like little flies on spoiled food I am, I am a... Lees verder →

When your head is a mush of wet cement about to become concrete with steel pin shot between spines floating above a falling lump of kryptonite your eyes become too slow to close them, again you feel lost in a broken time. You crow your way into darkness 10 000 miles above Zen crashing at... Lees verder →

Trapped in a small living room the rose wants to bloom, it grows, opens its shells, shows its thorns and asks very quietly, "touch me, there on the silk soft spots, not at the bottom where it will poke." While the growing stops and the living groom becomes the thought of a man craving more,... Lees verder →