I shall make a list of three things
and place it behind my ear
I shall lie on the sofa
and stroke purple velvet, men's knees
heavy tassels

I shall walk the alleys
pulling the clouds by their leash. with my gaze
I shall build a tall tower,
plate my hair in ropes and
at night I shall break out

I'll be on time on some shore
where some seagull shall have
my last chip
I'll come out of my tank armoured with dandelions
and passionately kiss the mouth of the crippled

I shall rearrange countries on the map in the shape of war and peace,
the waves of the ocean, the books on the shelf
and the alibis of those who adore in silence
I shall breastfeed children conceived out of love
from ash, water and sawdust I shall make orchards of words

with my left hand
I shall eat a red apple
and with my right I shall write in my diary
something like you wouldn't believe