on a planet in a swarm of stars
the neutron way of time flows
closed under the eyelid
I'm taking over homeless street shadows
A modest word
With my warm hand, my cheeks tickle
I'm on the bright side of the road.
I'll have a drink.
I'll talk under the fence.
light-headed
I'll spend any time in the chair.
Squeaking cat face
I dream of places more interesting
Where the dawn cuts through silence
The mute screams with powder
on strings on note paper
Where were these lands on which God was wise?
On these benches
in these meadows
The days are gone
I don't want anything to be quiet
will give artistically clogged silence
I'm freezing with homeless people on the street.
Can't you see I love them?
Every road leads home
