“I say, let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.”
Notes from Underground
It was the tea,
Warm and bloomy ‘staccato of spring’ in my cup.
May I drink?
From the dust of those fields with ‘half-naked bum’ up.
Bring a cozy fire with blanket to curl every day.
Through the water that flows…Are you here to stay?
All you love
Only those goddamn leaves in old pot. Colour?…Dirty pastel!
Water smells like a nasty downfall after drinking all night in motel.
I can’t tell
why my head is exploding, and asking each time: Is she sane?
Scream and fall.
Feeling gravity near my tongue. Thank you, harmless tea…
never ever I’ll drink it again.