I woke up weak
In the strangest day
The birds spread their wings on the ground
In the strangest day
My hands were dry
After the sea had entered my bed
In the strangest day.
The names were wrong
In the strangest day
I went down the streets and I stole a lollipop
At a baby
I saw politicians protest to their flags
In the strangest day
While the plebeians sodomized their wives
Within their houses
In the strangest day
An elderly man blessed a Karnaugh map
In the strangest day
While a young woman spanked him with a walking-stick
In front of the door of the brothel
There was a young prostitute
She was declaiming some verses of Eliot
To a naked student with glasses
In a mass grave
Our phones were buried
Some bowed men on their rugs
Prayed to an unknown goat
In the strangest day
In the night
Lying down on my black sheets
I tried to forget
My strangest day
You tortured the petals of a daisy
Undecided between love and death
I licked your fingers and listened to the lambs
Howling at the moon