Time is timeless what you'll grave  
straight to oblivion in repetition  
like a cassette's spool spins
and one's shenanigans sinking in  
to unfamiliar skin, collisions end
time is timeless what you'll grave

A moment ago in dreams, a ghost
haunting my eyes in translation
of memories in silent screams
listening to falling dominoes
now a cigarette burnt to ashes
with a shadow at my window
of insomnia replacing reality
thirsting for your naked lunch
in a brown paper bag