BY HIGHHOPE GLITTER

I was picking the sunset as a giant mushroom
Indeed the sunset is mushroom-shaped

The collector is waiting for another atomic rain
as atomic as the skin he is kissing every night without any sense of decency
Like the skin he is smacking during the every night scuffle

The collector feeds himself with mushrooms until one day from his clay body there will spring other mushrooms as atomic as that

A collector will pick them up from the body.