"It fell like a pine tree
on the path, seeing green birds
you ate a monkey like a fool
and now here lies sprawled on a 'falling in love';
she drags it on a fractured wing for boring surprises
but it's in a yawn that the tomatoes change color;
the air empties of mint, a stench is felt
under a limping tango in the step of a spider"

-words of a Hammer in a half-somnambulist state