FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

 i know that you are unhappy
i figure it out the first time i saw you
at the hotel cafe i ask you what you want to eat

you want to eat me but i could not be that
delicious to you so i set aside the wish
and offer you instead that carrot cake
and lemon juice

you look thin and hungry and i think those
stuff are better for you
oh, do not ask me i am not that really happy
i got all those old fears and the worst of me
still is yet to come

i will conceal all these things from you
as you want too to conceal all about you from me

oh, these make up called poetry
these masks with no eyes
these hollow sockets of our souls