My personal plastic sounds

1
I dream in a sea
of Polyethylene sounds
and plastic caress.

2
I wake up and look at the sky
polyester clouds raining nylon threads
over my Melamine face.

3
I play the drum of my skin
to the rhythm of polystaturated carbon
of my celofan soul.

4
If everything is a dream
I want to share the secret sound
of my journey with you.

5
Every morning plastic visits my mouth
in the form of a brush for my teeth
of a cup, of food…

6
Every morning coffee
and its aroma and its music
visit the plastic to dance.

7
My body resists to change
but I am a chameleon
half flesh half PVC.







Haiku-performance by Adrián
as part of "Beautiful Trash" project
@ de Young Museum SF
Friday December 10, 3:33pm
Photos by Danica Conneely
Thanks to Claudia Camille for her help



-peace and poetry-