A portal to go to the future was made
from the doomed land of hypocrites and funny bones.
I was there, well my mind was there…
I don’t consider my body to be transcendental.
I saw dinosaurs roaming on uneven roads made of glossy stones,
I saw women indifferent for their unkempt hairs and their falling breasts.
I saw humanity was summoned in a dystopian cafe…
Ha! Dystopian cafe,
back then also men had everything but the art of metaphors.
And I felt terribly lonely at that distant land of successful time traveling…
A haunting image of memories and possibilities.
I was experimented…I was made to sleep with the endangered species of modern times…
and I saw a day, a feather of a time…I saw today.
This room of yellow lights, this scarred bed where I have died with many women,
these torned sheets of poems about time and love…
and in that injected hallucinations I saw you…
I saw you coming to my arms and hiding me from devastation…I saw the clock it was 2.30 in the afternoon.
It’s the same day…and thirty minutes before the magic trick…
I am all ready…I haven’t masturbated from the morning and there are some red balloons in my drawer.
come baby…I have seen you from the past and I am waiting for you from ages…
Come and take me to that portal again…come and throw me out from this motherfucking loops of spiritual degradation.
There goes the last drink of my misused mortality.

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Photograph: David Moore.