I'm just an idiot,
a complex clown on his knees
loving with fury and guts.
you're my visceral addiction.
and you are my blind point.
the place in time where I forget who I am just to indulge in all your shine.
i've burnt these filthy flags
to leave for somewhere so far away
where I can feed you with emotional communism.
sweet heart corn, and morning waters.
come with me, won't you? please?