TAKING OUT OF A POCKET

what can you take out of your favourite jacket pocket?
anything you want…
a ticket to a barselona seaquarium, bird of paradise feather, dried up crawfish claws, the cork of a bottle of wine…
oh…we drunk that wine with her not so much far away from boulevard de villers. a piece of newspaper with the elixir of immortality, wedding rings. we are getting married tomorrow! the used cracker, i guess it was new year’s one, a pile of dry leaves, there was a time we took a walk in the botanic garden… a credit card, with huge sum of money on it– well, then tomorrow we have a flight, stolen tedy’s spoon – she could not help taking it yet again at the restaurant. kisses and fake lashes of some strange woman, packets of sugar, favourite cologne odour. she made such a present to me…club invitation, dancefloor i’m gonna rock, a frank sinatra’s song chorus, a small rock from the ocean, the ace of hearts and , of course, a paper bag with just fried chestnuts. viva!