I lay on the narrow bed
breathing with my mouth open
my tongue silenced
just when I was dreaming to speak

something about the last war
or the long lasting peace without borders
makes me point with a machine-gun
to the moon’s craters
where dreams are always innocent

I wake up with bloody lips
because of too much silence
too many words lost on the front
without question marks
apples of discord
hashed at once with the axe
black box of a guillotined pilot

thrusting deep the champagne cork
to avoid an explosion
I still drink my share
amid anti-conjunctivitis
eye drops