Victor Potra

and now the hymen sushi on the burning tongue onscreen melting snow

crazy little guy in a jelly sky tonight I want to be alive, come in my bed and give me five just simple words, I don’t need much. spinning hopes seek your final touch to push me in my jelly

God explodes careless as He would know a fuck about what’s Next born in the middle of nowhere I start my world screaming for silence she was supposed to be 20 years ago in my arms, my

kid down on the road rain gently flushes the blood the gutter feeds me

hibernation strikes swiftly I’m listening to the opening frost all long awaited breathes torpidly float in the filmy space between us north wind showers crystallized chills I still hope

three candles no eyes just my tasteful blindness playing the light as a harmful rock ’n’ roll my weakness grows dance by dance we’ll survive as long as it needs to die over the unseen

Never before and never again Blossoming wasn’t so risky So tasty So unexpected… Tiger-love bites me Chewing my face In forgotten silly, silky smiles. Funny abandoned words, Lazy If, Swinging