nocturnal flowers

night time
at the vietnamese vitamin table
so hot that the shotgun theory
makes a different sence.
and burns you unforgetable
smooth in your eye.
Strawberry stars
of rosen roses
grown in the dusk
and eaten in dawn
natural born
natural died

The blossoms of my letters
shrunk down,
ow.

crawling cool through king size beds
with slightly romantic evidences
no body waits for you
so don’t stop strolling.

The streets
the time
the warmth
the sight

The blow
the joy
the charme
of night.

Sitting on cannonballs
flowering somehow still.

As an outlawd action of youth.