Of a strange perception, a midget stripper and a happy end

© MMXIX A.N.E.

I‘m walking the heavens up to the hells,

Silently casting shadows like spells,

Thirstily sucking blue blood from catnipples –

When, beneath me, the surface of a tear ripples…

And behold the sun, the moon and a whole night sky in betwixt –

Like something odd and twisted about my mind that needs to be fixed?

But, alas, can’t you hear the four shiny ivory knuckles,

tick-tapping on hourglasses like a broken drain that chuckles?

Over there, the waiter and the undertaker both clad in black velvet and silk,

One digging me a dark hole, at its end the other one serving me a glass of milk.

“Too bad I never got to know that midget stripper, I guess.”

That’s what’s carved on that stone, nothing more, nothingness.