Midnight
A novel on my thighs
A thrilling sigh
My morning journal
is covered by my old thoughts
that give me ideas.
I will try to live better
in each thought of a dreamer.
Should be careful
with acid in food and drink -
dental erosion.
The pain of sensitive teeth
makes winter seem so cruel.
Ah, look at my hands!
Do you see what I'm having?
Sparkling sparkling sweat!
Why It isn't inside my body
to avoid cruel envy?
An old notebook
Poems look gray
unhook my mind
I've been carrying
a lot of ideas around
My brain is so strained
Thinking of nothing makes me
feel lost as if I fainted
Every spring left
is mine or not mine.
I don't know the right
way to keep them all.
A nap on the bus,
and the bumpy road led me
to an unknown place.
A crowded elevator
imprisoned all my colleagues.
I feel empty now
On my hand, an old smartphone
I won't turn it on
I'll just hold it and caress
a small thing that I'll forget
When I was 30,
a younger assassin -
Covid-19 came,
and a naughty boy was born
with my own last happiness
I'm bored easily -
the luckiest thing today
Pillow, not sorrow
Disturbing ideas
in foreign languages are jokes
My tears or my ears
A strange disease
Inverted internal organs
of a wet dreamer
Really lonely now
With the first imagine kiss -
Smartphone and dry lips
Thinking in poems
Why my World tastes so Sweet
But my brain strains hard
Sweet compliments
don't make me happy for long -
Secret complements
In my comforter
with the toughest ever dark -
My tears are warmer
Oh, my burning head
Close and open my weak hand
A sudden hug!
