18.05.16 –you look like rain

past the rebel Angels

with their catwalk swagger

Vogue Paris  aspect

pink spider glides 

invisible to rebel Angels

who are drinking champagne, as they scrutinize

each other

ignoring other species

here again

underground

to

the demon 

here 

nothing  is true

everything is permitted

pink spiders find me 

nevertheless

don’t speak

have some wine

undress

I know why you’re here

To feed

the emptiness

know

don’t care

every time

I see you

You look like 

rain