The hair grows too fast
Tell me about yesterday
The whispers might last.
The edge is too round
At the corner stands a tree
Colour for the cube.
Rotten fish tastes well
Those three hours are missing
Comfortably numb.
Recovery trip
Mediation just in case
Free oxygen walk.
On graffiti tour
Walking is a way of life
Fog turning to soup.
Stepping the stepper
Oxygen is rare these days
Use the kidnapper.
Snow is coming
One island isn’t enough
Winter won’t going.
© Dominik Alexander / 2021