A boy running down stairsBetween block towers jumpsAnd lands on a field of greenHis pants taking in the airA bomb of colour yellow slipsOut and bounces off the groundInto the sky like a rainbowPigeons fly out of his wayCracking sticks on a dry soilAnd flower seeds taken byThe wind refreshing sweaty armpitsWhile he leaps and…

What makes you sad, makes me angryTen thousand migrants on the bottom of the seaWhat makes you sad makes me angryWatching genocide on TVWhat makes you sad makes me angryMore news of climate breakdownWhat makes you sad makes me angryPeople left fighting over a piece of rotten cowWhat makes you sad makes me angryThose who…

The Age of Truth is hereSleeping in a bed full of liars,Rapists,Weapons’ dealers,Good cops,Bad cops,Philanthropists,Presidents,Army recruiters,Big Oil,Sociopaths… She’s not saying a word,Not leaving her room,Not using her eyes,Not moving her hands,She’s endlessly dreaming…Relentlessly dreaming. She knows no dayOnly night,Like a gift Pouring through the chimneysof unconscious hearts and minds,A cave in the mountain,Populated by guerrillasFighting to…

Sitting I watcha meteorite showerhitting birds in flight,their feathers falling lightly,like snowflakes. For those birds it happenedin an instant,so suddenthey didn’t feel no pain,while down therebetween the remains,children collecting their feathers,entangled in crowns on their heads,were dancing and imitatingthe sounds,those they alone now possess,as no more is whatthey went on to imitate. Endless acornsleft without…

We are an ever-changing canvas,a voyageto distant planets and stars,our minds like wires,erected on this rockrolling in spacecatching transmissionsfrom the universe of all existence,distortion, noise, visualsof broken TVs,they talk to us throughhypnotized hands holding brushes,supreme alien control,where did these space tunes belong?Perhaps escaped a star’s massive gravity,black hole radiation,our saliva evaporating towards themin our sleep,we…

A dolldancing to the soundsof invisible chords,broken signalsand missing transitions,clear visions impeded by the silencedintuition,kicking the receiveras per the dusty old manual,from memories belonging to anotheranimal…To disperseand form againthe melody that strikes in tunewith a previous song,pull the chordswith frozen hands and feelthe warmon scratched, worn out fingers,lick tenderly the swollen woundsand rest…in own caresses,in…