How lovely the morning is, penetrated

by the silence of the loneliness

and the sleepy green

red dragons fly in circles

around the lost feelings


Next to me on the old couch

God watches a movie with clowns.

I play chess, and it is naked

all around the queen


that dirty

dirty

queen.


She reads the lines in my palm

and speaks lies

about my dearest stars.



Beside me,

my cup of Romanian coffee is still hot

while I wait

for the green to wake.