PROMENADE

4 am comes in again
The places start to close
Tonight it’s warm and I’m outside
I think I’m walking home
I wave the cabs away from me
Without a single word
Suddenly I’m by the beach
I’ll never go back home


For reasons that aren’t known to me
I’m followed by the dust
Another night of solitude
Will end my fragile soul
I talk and nothing talks to me
Not air, not dreams not hope
Police and garbage men delete
The night before the dawn

I cannot bear another night on my own
I cannot sleep on this bed that’s made of stone
I know it’s gone on for far too long and I’m not well
But I am sick and I’m fed up sinking lower into hell

I promise that I’ll try but I don’t know if I can make it here
I want to smile but maybe it’s too late for one like me.

THIS BLUE WORLD

in our corner
into this blue world
safe and frozen,
trying to hold on

we push ourselves and never mind
feeling so unique
we brace ourselves for the decline
the hill is very steep

in the blue days
pretending it’s a crime
float in inner space
destroying our minds

we kill ourselves, do it twice
kissing bloody cheeks
we offer our empty minds
failing to believe

in the arms of a stranger
intoxicating danger