COMPANY

Saintly eyelids look at flowers,
But not for me,
Come around my friend
There will be no entertainment
I want company
I don’t care if we don’t talk.
If we chip our teeth on groundnuts
Or watch
The luminous hand of time pass
I don’t care.
But beware
The milk turns sour
Bread turns green
And the fruits are consumed by microorganisms

In a symbiosis of neurosis
Doing something cheap

Why wait

To liberate this party state.

This border line case

Tending towards inactivity

And disorganization

So come my friend

Come around and frown.

I like the way you ware your eyebrows

Every time you find me this way.