theres no fire in the fish
mine is forgotten ashes on the horizon of venus

im lonely for thirst
mingling jugle and touching ethernal whispers
of what is past

in a glass of dusty prayer 🙏

morning at 10am
past startuling sunlight through the stars
like sliding on itchy paper
clips of sensitivity

morning like pot of milk
drained in fingers and paws and claws
sliding through
plastic toys of car machines
when simpsons trumple

of science called tune
when neighboroughs echo into
caves with bees
and thats the home of
witch faith
faith
of uncommon trance

morning like beer opener
in the claws of oak trees
sliding into walls
sliding into paws.

spark on my cheeks
burning lost hearts
in a midnight of australian fortune of wasted humour

i adore sunlight as much as complete darkness

raw nuts
sharp spikes of lonely rivers
stick to my eyes to rip the vision out and throw it into railtrails of bizzare

i want to drink raw nuts
through playing pools and invisioning astral daylight

till the darkness pours pain
onto skin of lucid verse

i am a sculpture of stolen feelings
my clothes belongs to smell of cats
and in my mouth only
tears left

i want to drink raw nuts!!!

Happy thought visits my palm
I am holding a dream of stars
shining through translucent light of
blue, purple and grey neurons
in the air

pollution of wicked skin
my grey sand climbes up towards
rest of eucalipt bark

I am nail polish
in the flesh of
tomorrows dawn
In my heart vibrations
of Australian Ocean

Entrance to dream is time of my thought
In this chapter I am Universe around Pluto
My palm is the Ocean
Ocean is heart.

when the charchol sky is gettig up

wrens are dreaming

translucent water

in the wicked home

and

wings of silver stars are melting

into levitation of sun and moon