Dirty Queen

How lovely the morning is, pervaded by the silence of loneliness, as sleepy green and red dragons fly in circles around lost feelings. Next to me on an old couch, God watches a movie with clowns. I play chess, and it is naked all around the queen, that dirty dirty queen, who reads the lines in my palm, speaking lies about my dearest stars. Beside me, my cup of Romanian coffee is still hot, while I wait for the green and red dragons to dissipate.