how your skin sounds
Hello Reader.
The letters in my laptop stopped to shine
I write these words to you under dark
listening to very good music
a music that is food to my soul.
So as you can guess the words come intentionally
as the fingers find their correct places intuitively
like a divine orchestra playing in my head
my beer finished a while ago, I am awake and I don't know
if the life will be any easier in the future
to do the things that I wanted to do!
Probably, many of you outside partying or making love
maybe alone reading a good book with a wine in hand...
or maybe you are in depression, very unhappy trying to cling to life
maybe you are poor and unemployed like me trying to find things to be grateful and hopeful...
reader all we have is the moment...
if we cannot know its value than we cannot expect to have the futures we hoped for...
because if we cannot already enjoy the moment which was an old future which we wanted to live in...
we will not understand and enjoy the future we hoped for when it arrives..
so reader
savour the moment so that you can recognize
you are already living the in future you asked for earlier....
I conclude my words with a poem which was inspired by the writing I saw earlier
how your skin sounds
as its tightened by the sea and salt
is it harsh,
how does your bikini lines show up
when you are really baked under real sun
are you a woosie?
I am not interested in bowing languages
or bowls...
but I might be interested to fuck you
so take your chances while you can....
beat, wheat what a treat
King H. Ironson
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