Glueless escapist!

glueless escapist

summer whisky and dead dreams

poetry of lying nation

world felt is world seen

vagabond is not an occupation

Black flags and  long moustaches

oily handshake with boiling Devil

Smoking alive, until we NO to stashes

Kill passion with other lives on telly

Skirts in spring, staring to FUCK

bring flowers and smell her hands

beauty helps to pace when stuck

a glueless escapist, planned not to plan

SO THAT IS WHY I DID NOT PLAN AUTUMN IN THIS POEM.

Sorry for my stormy nature,

open, VULNERABLE

YES, VULNERABLE

HEART.