Und irgendwie bin ich nienie zufrieden mit meinem Geschreibse, aber hier schon.

-almost touch typing-

his skull cracked and
green strings flew out
like worms in outer space
he laughed
it tickles, he said

where is the mayonaise?
the worms asked
i don't have it on me
i answered and hid
the jar behind my back

they turned orange
which surely meant danger
we want the jar
they sizzled like snakes
we want the jar, again

it's near, but you
won't get the jar
and i threw it out
of the eye-shaped window
then they died