on 22

poetry

(wonderland)

man-eating plants and
and
air with high acidity

tunnel vision

the smells, they stick
and are all sulfur
in the end

the colors slip
from your memory and then
from your eyes as well
and too from all the things

you bathe in what
eats you
just to keep you clean

and
on your knees you are
standing tall
relatively
but still too pussy
to lay down

oh carmello, carmello,
is this all that there
really is?

(lost)

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