looked like an onion lover,
but not the kind afraid of vampires.
he spreads this scent of negative vibe
causing a strong headache to everyone around.


I stood there, on a foreign parking place
with one single light above my head,
birds in the night I could not find
so I reminisced until morning smiled back.


oh how pleasure spills in back in my ribs
I tasted on the nemesis' lips,
to conquer, and show what is mine. 


(‘Subsidiary’@Signal Gallery Nov.2010 by Russ Mills)