Stars explode during daytime, firecrackers produce my ashes burnt to death , I see an oasis far away soaking up in the desert with the faux Pyramids behind, sand flies into my humble vortex revealing my secrets hid behind the curtain it’s too passé ! my shoes run off with the tide rubbing against the scales of a Tuna my feeble conscience is hidden behind those doors playing hide and seek for long, I drink every thirst of water capturing the swarm in my jar margarita flows in the canals of Venice creating drunkards by the mast,...