Narcissus
One summer night seagulls attacked me in their shadow I was made up then the wings blew me out however there’s something embodied in this cracked thorn they were left without any food spiders eat every piece of earth savage exploiters of ideas webs are built on structures on principles yes he was a witty spiderman with clothes on disturbing moments fearful objects unmasked gratitude each sign permeates their flights vengeful thoughts in mirrors grace medicines for birds catalogs and thrashed feet singles blooming in vain published in towels corresponding to his death oh the campaigns oh the songs oh the literacy der Mund und die Kreide phones are fitted into landscapes give me a couple of mobiles to infringe upon surrealisms and take your leaves say good bye general and his beloved wife who cheated on him with a seagull they are so short and their breaks create breaks like water cleaning knobs rushing pictures oh no those smiles which captured beauty which laid on shirts plunged into computers discouraged memories oh no this ant has no fright this man is a killer who tries the bag on tongues slipping in oceans cradles of nuts juices crates hospitalizing money and justifying slavery with lust clocks doping each fridge stove glasses please liver live for your own sake my name is narcissus I’m an author of sluggish words dumping me in silence sounds like blushing.
