Friday, June 9

auto destruction

When beds are emptied,
sarongs are dried out,
beaches are swept and scorching sun is bottled,
after that, in the dark,
the genie comes out, the zombie, the monster,

the genius,

shaped by the monolithic fun,
the unbearable lightness of a sunny Sunday.

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