celine charcoal - stuck

stuck in another moment,
while some funny breezes are wiping over my sick breath,
I concentrate on this view of this
white cat
who have been smashed by a car,
and lost all her strength,
simply united with the street,
and the heft of the traffic jam,
has cut her off from some wild mistletoes.
Suddenly,
I am interrupted by
Mr. Walt Disney,
but I resume to my
initial state of
oblivion.
Alas!
something is giving a hint,
taking one breath in
and giving out the silence,

I do scrimmble....

Isn't today yesterday?

It is like the blood is going to come out
of my eye lashes,
dropp by drop,
to fix the laughter
that splashes through TomandJerry rushes.

celine charcoal

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