after a nonchalantly
night dreamily
confusedly
stamps
like crying lamps
what said she
i said
bed
it is our sacred
kite
flying in the
tomato purree
what a do
i hope we die
soon
reflected in
a plastic spoon
is it morning
far late
i just inscribe
what is mind
is it light
no not yet
we wait
we circle
why not
mind our own
cruise true
what is missing
why a stone
we create our
own
monsters
and how do we
do this
i sit in my room
and you..
you sit in yours
what is for
and when
is seven
try not to hate
i say
a waste of smarties
i can´t say
i like the blue
ones
i think i am
unofficially
(but that is us)
poet to
the pagans
i was railroaded
trams
tramps
stamps
handlebars
baby shmp
can i book
no luck
five day
friday
man
woman
begun
ending..