Friday Night Formula

Friday Night, the stillness, the madness
Under the purplish sky  
Wear a pink blouse, come to a deserted garden
Fireflies might come but you should not expect it
Focus on cooking a good meal
Wash and dry all peaches
Every peach is a maze
Trim and thinly slice water lilies
Separating whites from greens
Then thinly slice tangerine
A tangerine is as tender as your heart
Mix it with chiseled snow
Cut a tomato into 1/2 inch dices
Longer than your penis you would say
Flank tomato dices with pretty Azaleas
Stir, stir, stir
Until fragmented, fragile and fragrant
Heat a drizzle of oil
Extracting from the dessert during the sunrise
Pour the trails of clouds sinking to the edge
Of the western hills
And the silence gathered from the frog pond
Wait for 1 minute
Or wait for the incense to burn, or roll the dice
Add a splash of rain from last night
When you were drenched, walked alone in the tunnel
The tunnel that keeps getting longer
Too long to peel a peach
Finally, drain everything
Like the world drains your brain
Season with morning dew and moonlight
The meal is ready
Enjoy it as if you made of air
And the night made of glass