“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.”
(Philip K. Dick – science-fiction author)

popcorn instead of lie
the advantage I took
out of the sand
where I lived like a son
the crispy flesh of time

faith eating the fibres of my skeleton
hope breathing slowly
had a heart
a lollapalooza to rely on
its offspring in every thought
dragooned to open doors
where hungry souls couldn't find enough bread

haunted by tigers at random hours
inviting me to their feast
I went deaf at the sound of despair
mine

now I’m breathing through my scars
slowly and gray
tunes of future pass me by
should I seek for my youth and hear
how those round incantations made a difference
should I ask you to get closer
will it take the dolour

I am turning gray and breathing slowly
a heavy sign

I'd love to see the kid of my kid wondering “what's up with the sun”
I'd tell him there is no better heart for earth
just poetries and choices