Inspiration

Insptration

Sometimes, I heard,
tired inspiration flows,
from cytoplasm into nucleus.
As far as I’m concerned
I lay lots of fragrant blood,
on the table of naively smiling girls.


Sometimes, I heard,
paralysed thoughts are born,
words stepping on other words.
As far as I’m concerned,
I beg to many vagrant rhymes,
just slowly, please, wait your turn.

Sometimes, I heard,
many ideas turn into smoke,
wind, over the pages, dust releases.
As far as I’m concerned,
every inspiration,
your lips, eyes cut me into pieces.