My words

After some point of writing poetry
The words create a strange energy
Full of nonsense, metaphoric orgasms
And psycho-dramas from the mind, all puzzled
Unbelievable things, like hairy tomatoes
Dirty flying dolphin, mushrooms with fourteen toes
Trees of DMT-like fruit growing from the sea
Spreading their chemicals with all their sympathy
Symphonies of sorrows and exhilarations
Greenish dark yellow made of my compassion

My word is here, even if no one can hear it.
It is.
And that's all.

04/02/2015