"Don't you think so?" he refused to
let go of his griefs

now i understand the multiplicity of people
from now on i am all so present
for distraction
fighting another
"That is the real one" Red Screams
Red Bursts and all the others
excited politeness. This must be the real one. They
all somehow recognised him

"we must condemn Red
we borrowed and re-
turned. We cannot leave him in the forest

"Come"
on his handkerchief
accompanied by
turns on a road to

Defence no longer
people-less. both looked
angry. both pointed their little finger frust-
rated

to their accomplishments with attention
The one man, found
the other guilty. The other
had a hand and blamed
his Visitor.

a simple explanation: i am his friend
i can feel it

helpless

not my fault should he be the wrong one. up to
the Owner to find the right one
I have had enough of today
once again

the branches on the ground and
the ruins of the excited One
tried to fix him
"It will never work," Red said in Melancholy
lost it

a
little bit of understanding: Run With The Dogs!
cavalier. "competitively being
Ridiculous

this attack
his defence
Would you?

too much understanding. That is it.
too much intelligence. That is it.
Intelligence; all dogs are stupid. They Have
to be stupid go after the Mechanical
instead of the real

he: another employment

at that moment skipping in
between the Trees. grabbed
and tied the collar.
full of disgust.

why all on him
what he said
impatient. They got out of the forest,
a road home
Red being a dog, in doubt

be careful be open
got inside tied again to the
chain
Red in silence

"Where are we going?"

"Back to the woods, I left the ruins
there. I bet I can
fix him

it was
only because he did not understand:
the Optimism knows no limits.

slowly, in thought, was Red "it is
the wrong dog
he is the wrong dog impatient
not the same one
he was before

was not entirely Red anymore
was not
entirely. Do you know

attention-wise i am on the soft-spoken spectrum
reel the volume in i mean press me
you like the soft-spoken don’t you
somehow i am light-headed in march and what you say
kind of message is that
i like good girls
come on

i whistle along to the architectural tone of your everlasting
messages and i
whistle along to your unfitting jazz
i like your unfitting jazz
like jeans i never wear jeans
you never wear me out i am never tired in your company

buy me press me i will dance
mostly jump though in your eyes i still see your angry eyes
a shrine a bed a jumprope for falling and standing
completely naked
in a hot pink at-fault-bathtub
soap me press me so we never have to freak out anymore
bathe me press me so we always say i like you so much
i miss you so much in 24 hours
press me press me i am only at a short distance

patience is stranger and cautions goodbyes and none of it
in me we must conservative what is left and make
the best only the best
i believe in you non-fictionally like a
radar you are here you are somewhere
i am a girl with very fast heartbeats and when i
crawl from under i am energised i have tried all the
nothings and they all worked

we are in on all the trouble and we walk forward never swaying
always swaying i cannot digest meals because
there is too much sand on my sill and too
much stress in my pockets and too many coats i
hang in here with my legs close together and they touch nothing i
hang in here with my legs close together and smell lavender and
hope i end up like my parents

februaric sun is an excuse
unfaithful quadruped is an excuse
Lappish light is an excuse
two arms i lie on maybe
downward dog hard hand everything under agoraphobia
and then march and then march and then march
two arms i lie on maybe

i am completely stretched out in my premisse and
abdominal is panicked in my oppositeness and then
some things bang in short moment calling walking past like
almost happened language like bangs and cyclical leaning

i believe you in dutch my head spins in angels and some times
i speak in mother tongues like six in the morning happiness

hip-snake i am mad about yourself there me cut you
fly me through italic parental dutch angles we look through shoulders
do i want to scratch your shoulders faithful quadruped

i do know either
i do know either
like an unruly suppressed strolling goosing noise missing like MIST
you read me

i have shown you where i am torn
do you believe me are you opened yet because i want
to look at you even when you are not here
are you opened yet because i realm to you
have fallen in you it sounds like an ode but it is not

inside is cold when you live together
nothing misses the house seems overflowing inside
is cold the temperature does not know
where to go what
is right now

i take this seriously like a sugar cane it is
always about the same stuff we take this seriously like sugar canes
spoons over our eyes you taste sweet and we put fat lines and
dots on the walls of the house the lines on my arms are
filled with sugar paste