Hangover
You don't have the power.
Cigarettes' smoking
Drinking snorkelling
Sex disposal, used body.
Neglected mind.
The wick soul, his losing power.
Noisy morning, framed by rumours' pictures.
Morning kitchen.
Blur view
Ash butts
Coffee jar, mugs
Coffee stains in a teaspoon.
Chemical bottle spray.
Flies
Observing from the little door, falling spelling magnets
Knives, sharper water bath.
Mirrors reflecting, vanishing vanity.
Birds quarrelling in my head.
Vicious birds devour tree of blood cherry.
Magpie, magpie, have you lost your shying & white feather?
poem by Luca Menin
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