Freya

Freya, no comme ci, comme ça

All your holy chicken turned to holy ghosts

Step right into the rain

Acid bunny in acid rain like your T-shirt said

I am reclining in your balcony with a bald pencil and a pen

I wish I can use the pencil but always ends up resorting to the pen

It is only love, dear lover of mine

In spring you will return to me, just like the fable didn't say

Step back into the rain

For it is the only thing we trust more than dry ice on actual ice

If you look out the wars won't stop or start

And then the midnight sun explodes, mellow in the blue hour

It is only love, like war like a trance

When you take the midnight train with a map but you can't see

Blood orange-less St Pellegrino in hand with half drunk tea

There is nothing more than you, Freya, with more than this there is nothing

Only another impression on a sigmund imprint

I bet you will take this, over all your drugs of choice

Your poison of choice is Margarita I remember this

July 2025

From Lucien