Two Tablespoons Avocado In Grams

Vanish ... No self

By the end of time
I thought long goodbye to a sordid
I found a festive buzz
thrill of joy which I can not hear but feel grief

flight leaves in the light without stopping
by the roadside do not go out
except for a deft coitus
rest in the shade of a dead post

decide polished widening the mind
I am blown away by the garbage My heart
in a round pen that exudes fear of
listing failures of a penniless

dead limp but still alive
fleeting joy of a podium
I am perched in a polymer
of confusion, where the days do not write

if not for the widening gap work e la vita felice me