April 28th 6:35 am

Everyday I work in some way on the notebooks. None are finished and what do I do ,go and start another. I couldn't figure where to put the poems.I had this book on Picasso portraits so I cut all the faces in half,the way I started the "Self Portraits from the Black Hole" so I cut all the faces and glue them in the book . Worked on one ." Homage Picasso, poems from the Black Hole"

So they are dark,what's the crime in that.

A bed

is too small for two

even if

when I think

it's a magic bed

I have dreams in it

dreams like

a true King

under his canopy

with his queen beside

in a magic room

arrested in space

like a bird on a rainbow

It is dark

I cannot see the walls

Keeping my balance

by holding Satan's tail

dragging me downwards

my thoughts are grave.