I'm a cold stranger,
a wild animal.
A silent guest
standing in rain,
on a concrete pavement
     of the capital
A passive observer
with a golden interior,
thrown on this strange shore

Voices & noises all
Stares like raindrops
on the sparrow's feather

A silent wanderer
in this far country
    where I don't belong

My soul bends dangerously
at sight of smiles
         it gets crushed &
by sounds of the world

Gold bleeds on gray concrete
A shot in the skull -
        Loud moment
    Meat lies dead
And bursts of colours,
      flocks of
  birds, flowers & herbs,
  exotic scents fly out
  of the head
      or cage

— The End —