Dear Diary of Martin X - 03/08/2016

My eyes turn blue 

when I think of you
The horizon tilts 

and the frog-spits dandies
Nothing bad could happens
Sitting in my bath
I got a bottle of sunshine
In the cellar
I keep it there to blind the rat
The stars are apples
The Cherries are erotic
I Love to suck
This juicy fruit
But what why who
I didn't even want to ask you
Questions is more simple
I wanted to ask you 

if you enjoy getting wet?
My answer will be - yes. 

I feel comfortable,

that's why I never have an umbrella
(In the happiness of the rain)
Well not now course 

it's a storm fucking storm)
people always not agree with weather 

too hot too cool too wet
It's a war on weather but
Nothing bad could happens
When you was one time a drowned rat
Life's a bowl of stars and cherries after that
It's a love on weather
Let's make love on weather
She maintained silence after that.
Eye blue puddled the floor
And sent her that poem
"Let's beat up the poor"

Portrait of Baudelaire - Gustave Courbet.