Dining on the waters

I didn’t know beauty were edible

The water beneath painted by Prussian blue

And the risen mountains into the sea; green

Somewhere there Mr. Bergman lives

and cultivates wild strawberries

The small boats and the Vikings floating

I smoke a fag and keep eating

I imagine a one eyed pirate from 10th AD

and I feel the pain of a mermaid

The red roofs and the sharp noses waving hands

I keep eating the sport of dolphins

Does the lighthouse still have ghosts?

Few minutes ago I met two ladies called

Nora and Julie; they’ve lost their gloves somewhere

We’d champagnes: “going to meet Nokia

for the first time!” I said

I heard the last rays of Time reciting:

No! No! Go not to Lithe…

I didn’t know beauty were edible

Until I jumped into the Baltic waters