I'm the only one who's upside down
choosing words and then speaking
a sudden childish sensation
of melting away in the sweetness of milk

into a bottle drunk dry
I drop a single secret
add sugar and alcohol and lemon
and until the day comes
when my "slightly autistic self" no longer needs it
I've hidden it away on a shelf in the basement

a diseased angel, with eye bandages
sits on an airplane
it flies lower and lower
draws near the ground
stops
and is gone

I draw a smooth curve
it becomes a frame on the film
I peer into the lens of the camera,
standing motionless and waiting
then, growing tired of looking, I close it
and on the inside of my eyelids
races a pulse

taken along, with a speed almost bizarre
I lie down in a blurring spot of sunlight
in my notebook I scribble down
wishful words
my sad self - a lying poet

the untouchable light
is reflected, breaks and
scatters, forever it'll fall down on me
the plastic beams of light become a mess on the ground
and I'll go
to the basement
to retrieve my glass bottle