No friends or rather
Friends-enemies
And I am myself
a friend-enemy
To myself and them
Could we escape?
Hide in the forest of Hamstead Heat
He doesn’t understand
Enough of poetry, I say
Poetry is for the cowards or those who cannot speak
Those strong personas
those narcissists
Are putting their heavy shoes on me
I hate them
I would like to go but I can’t
Cause I am seized by anxiety
like under the Russian invasion
It seizes me
What is a soul and what about it
It pulls me into a murky pond. No!
Just stay still and wait
How can we stop the tornado of hate?
Let’s make a hedge
A nice hedge sparkled with magic,
a hedge nobody can’t kick
neither be a Russian or an Ukrainian
A beautiful hedge
With no crossings
A labyrinth for the mind
Take of your heavy shoes
Back off to your polygon
You bastard
It’s a sanctuary
I hate you
I do I do I do
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