Image: © Timon Musy
Author: Timon Musy
Bumblebee
A seventeen-legged bug floats on coffee
The bartender is sleeping, high on bicarbonate
Not seeing the peeping moths on the neon light
Calm and breezy
– He did not wake up yet
The pie crust tastes vaguely familiar
Old waste oil and engine coolant, honey and salt
Graphite on the table
Noisy
Neighbours
– He did not wake up yet, he took the left road
I do not talk
The coffee drips through a crack in the wall
And agglutinates in a six-feet deep black pool
A fish could smoke a menthol cigarette
Spit on a fly
Buy a scratch ticket
Everyone left. The ceiling looks at me
I’m blind
– You’re all I need
I feel like a dog trapped in my car
Not sure whether the engine works or not, did not try
Don’t know where I left my key
In the middle of the road
Just woke up
Not hungry
Tired
– All I need
I do not miss her
We never met
Maybe she never existed