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!!!