
Terrorist Boheme
Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read
Ungraciously and with brute force
I gatecrashed into evil's champagne party pool
with mask and waist-belt bombs.
Dark smoke, flames in the air.
The deeper and longer I explored
the happier I felt... I visited the heavens.
As if by chance,
I saw the light from every path.
The bombs didn't go off
there were tinny cork pieces in guests' tongues
I was reaching out for you outside,
with champagne and sunshine.
We gatecrashed again, uncorking champagne.
