I had a friend,
He ate the seasons of the year.
He swallowed spring and devoured autumn
While grinning like a troubled beast
He shot up winter
Just to lose himself in porcelain girls
Who squabbled gnawing his insides.
He took summer slowly
And feasted like a werewolf,
Devoid of pain, regret or death.
He drank my eyes
And threw up life,
But all of it came out as
Comedy. and Comedy. and Comedy.