Nightmare

Why do I keep picturing past lovers
Making hard love in front of my eyes
Why do I keep being banned with legal papers
From my own pleasurable visions and sighs?


Why do I keep replacing your beauty with another
In each and every dream?
Humiliated and threatened with the exclusion
And leaving behind a defeated plume of steam?


Why can't I just enjoy the butter of your kind
Momentarily sliding... anointing high wires?
Why do I bother to see myself as a bridge
Between your current state and your true, instinctive desires?


Should be because I am aware of my extinct star condition, so far away from your cosmic system
A stray comet casting its last burst of fire upon your green kingdom
So well I know that it's not any of the three dimensions which keeps us apart, but the fourth
Hastening towards the cold sinister graves our growth.


God knows I'd keep it unbent with all of my nerves
Even for a sole bouquet of several whole-heated flowers
Why then, in the name of the Lord, can't we deride His narrow universal laws
Since we all turn to dust in just a few hundred thousands of hours?...

- to Mr. T.W
17.03.2014