I woke up the way
usually I had woken up a millionth time earlier...
Sublime, sensuous and pure,
Covered by the broken bricks and mortars,
Against a perspective of a gray gray sky...
There was the rain and the shine,
The blackness dotted by the white-
A pink blossom pressing up to meet the blue,
A 'yellow submarine' diving deep into my belly;
A rubbished thought spreading tentacles to get the sap;
A pinkish dream, a balloon and a lucid existence...