“No hay camino, se hace camino al andar.”
– Antonio Machado
Talk to the bone
when you greet it home.
Unchained nipple
mirrors a plug in the ceiling
of a cave.
There is a light, very bright,
a quartz and it’s a bat too.
It turns and becomes
a guy in a suit, upside
down, in bat-like sleeping
position.
Tie and all
are the colour of a
radioactive product,
shining fluorescence,
like in the superhero movies.
The mamas and papas water rivers
crying for the day of hugs without bugs.
chameleonian times 