Office of the Mayor

Hours pass like days

    because light never changes in a vacuum.

        And all of the years, like dinosaurs,

    decay and expose the tired dream.

         But I had my insides hermetically sealed,

    after all, I am an organ donor,

    bad teeth finally replaced

    and new bones moulded in plastic

    made it easier to market the New Man.

         I realized one day that Gods never sleep,

    so the insomniac has a real advantage.

    I decided to quit that bad habit

    and stay awake forever, if I don’t stop running.

       I calculated the speed of the Earth’s

rotation

   and spend my time wearing tracks in the carpet,

               chasing my tail in step with the world’s tiny movements…