Lying back on clouds capricious birds tweet
into my ear so I open my empty palm
expecting metaphors to light like songbirds.
From here I can see the river Delta,
dark green tarpaulin stretched across the hemisphere.
Murky waters reflect gray skies and past
memories flow by with fleeting clouds.
Just before sleep captures my mind I consider
You say I am your guardian angel and
my breasts your confessional.
We Suspend above the boredom of life
sinking in ruins of madness.
art by Karol Bak