BMI

I lost some mass

I needed to help the balance
 Between my brain and the silence to become stabilized

I lost one of the two

I must not think it’s retaliation

It’s a simple law

Right by my side, my safety equalizes my vacillations
 With its distinct gravity 

In calculating my loss index, I found a hobby

I’m working day and night on a new type of laughing aerosol

The formula is almost ready

It’s just a question of time and oblivion

I lost some dreams
I should have wraped each of them in a delicate fabric

So discreet I could have mixed them up with the classical wrong side
Of sabbatical fantasies

I lost some dreams

The oldest ones where one adds colors as an habit without
Even thinking of it

Then believes one single body could weight for two

I admit it

I lost some gas, I lost some gas

My octane rating should be far higher

I breath deeply from my hips

That’s why part of my cheeks may appear a little cyanotic.

I lost some mass

My two indexfingers point towards the same waste

I still have what's left with my two hands to scratch each others.


December 2010