In our building
The mad women are laughing hysterically
During the night
The walls become candy cotton materials
And their laughter, the laughter of the mad women whom lost themselves in apocalyptic revelry
Reaches all the eardrums this way
In our building
The ideas vanish
They are absorbed by the doubled walls
With their new fucsia coating
The warmth stagnates stopping all the muses from frotting
On their skin only the silence is sliding
In our building the hysterical laughter is forbiden
They fill your mouth with candy cotton
They boil you in your own ideas
The yawning is the new virus this season
And the dumbness penetrates the sewage pipes
My dog doesn't bark or shed hair
And if you cuddle her you will feel the muses clinging to her fur as in a refuge
Some kind of extaz at some point
I suspect this four-legged being of a cunning shrewdness for some time now
She cast away all the fairies, ghosts and muses with a single bark
She cleaned out the house for the spring
I was left with tones of glass wool in my eardrums
Dumb and obese
Chasing my own tail
lulia Gherghei