Friday, 6 March 2026

Dead Air

Don't wanna get involved.
Will destroy.
I'm bending and crawling with my face
in your ass.
I see infinite here.
The hole is bigger, I'll make it sticker.
One more cigarette and rotten I'll become.
Feel like I'm an exhibition.
Vision. Blind. Paralyzed.
State odyssey.
Incision. Kind. Stabilized.
Space. God to see.
My hands grab your will.
Come down.
With silence the noise will come.
Your chicken head comes out of the rooster.
I'll chip it and empty the platinium medal.

Vasco Pompaelo*

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