French Fries, Salt, Paprika and Ketchup
Crazy.
I thought of those recurring words.
the ones that always come back.
will they one day save me?
nonsense as a simple interjection.
or the last word of an old movie.
the way my mom says 'never'.
or a strange last name.
the brand of a product already out of the market.
and that's all that occurs to me now,
while playing 'death in june' on spotfy
and I eat french fries with paprika,
salt and ketchup.
hot afternoon in the south of the planet,
coca cola is out of gas and I don't care
because I think about the ice cream later...
I miss when I was a teenager,
by this time I would be in my room,
in front of the mirror,
squeezing pimples,
imagining how I would conquer the world.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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