It's hard to get rid of your taste.
My heart is pounding, I feel warm inside
but my skin is cold and blood is waste.
You make my pupils wide.
I need a second on the side.

Your country is unknown to me,
so are your inhabitants. I only recognize
your flag.

I wish I wanted to travel more,
or that you were a country more close to mine.

Yet water divides our common ground.

Her eyes were shaking, pushing out
the salty fluid, gliding down across her mouth.
Her knees were trembling, trying to control
the mixed emotions, emerging in her soul.

She was losing it, I couldn't watch, bear her state
of being crushed. I rushed closer, held her tight.
Even though I knew in different ways too late
I felt she deserved more than just one night.

As pretty as she was, as loving and friendly, as so
she was not accepting what I knew she understood.
Deeply do I respect, deeply do I crave to
go back and change something. If I could.

I wouldn't have made it go away,
I would have wished I had different things to say.

Asleep they slither through these streets
as sheep they seem to sleep when their sneaky
snaking threat retreats.

Useless in a way, like ants yet not per se.
Souls have fled the circular pattern, almost
all of them need glasses, to see, to grow blind.
It's a miracle how one does not lose his mind.

It's a hunt, a search, adventure for the lonely,
routine to bands of others. For treasure not a single
one will find if not a change occurs.

My chair is comfort, a zone I will not leave today,
tonight, I may.

I bit them off
chewed and chewed
and left with nothing
kept on chewing.

My teeth got crunched,
to destruction I lunched
and when finished
I noticed what had disappeared.

My fingers were shorter
and my face was pale.
I woke up to the sounds of tapping
imagined it were crowds of people clapping.

Imagined I was as magnificent as a two dollar meal.
The brown lettuce returned me to what was real.

Cardboard walls and clicking teeth, drops falling
on my worn out rags. If only I had had a calling.

Two lights, one car, they pass,
two eyes, one head, they see
two clouds, they fuse and be-
come one big fluffy cloudy mess.
they drift and float and leave our sight.

Trains and hours and days and youth
and beauty and life and love and tides and anything you can think of.
my studies, my words in wind, in ways I've sinned.

It all does, why can't you let it.

Two dots, one line. An offer to decline.
I wish I was a sailors boat, he'd guide me
and I'd still see the world.

Let's celebrate the ending, you're leaving,
the bonds you're bending, bonds conceiving.
Deceivingly easily yet not at all,
please tell me you're going to call
some time, somewhere in a hotel in France
where we'll share a first and last,
a chance to change the past.

It's strange how I, I know.
It's strange how you, we know.
Just go.