A dry landscape
the elapsed last drop,
was taking shape last drop.
Wrapped in a spider’s web,
wad.
All cells are on strike.
Nervous system is left
in annual leave,
Smiley was too stressed
plastic of puppets
around him,
of hands stretched out everywhere,
the mouths of canines
and eyes that cry
of pleasure.
Leaving cotton wool plug and place
the watch.
Soul explodes like a balloon
scratched the child
on its way to the air,
on its way to?.